"Thank you, Lucy."
Mayor McGinley dismissed his wife with a smile and a wave. Sitting behind a desk almost as big as a small wagon but far more ornate, he looked every inch a Mayor. In front of him, a glass inkstand, lots of paperwork and a gleaming new Colt. He was, presumably, busy with Mayoral duties.
"Sit down, gentlemen," Mayor McGinley rose and indicated a couple of leather armchairs as his wife left the room.
"Sorry to interrupt, Mr McGinley," Sheriff Cole said with a smile. O'Donohue raised an eyebrow: he was surprised the Sheriff hadn't called him "Mayor."