Mickey O'Donohue, half risen from his chair, uncertain whether to stand or sit down again, was beginning to wonder if he'd missed something, maybe everything. Here he was, in this grand room, the Mayor's study no less, hearing a conversation between the Sheriff and the Mayor in which the Mayor looked as confused as Mickey felt and only Sheriff Cole had any notion of what was going on.
And now Sheriff Cole was about to leave and a nonplussed Mayor was, for a moment at least, lost for words.
Until "Stay awhile, Sheriff Cole. Tell me. What's in your head?"