"Hey, so Sawyer's gone? I heard you have another kid in your department who's an amazing artist. Bring him out, let's get acquainted. Maybe we'll have a chance to work together in the future." The stout chief's eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to spot Beau.
At the same time, he reached out, trying to put an arm around the Chief's shoulder.
"Stop, stop, stop. You really think I can't see what you're up to?
"Beau really relies on Sawyer and Hugh. There's no way he'd stay behind, so just give it up." The Chief took a step back and held up a hand to block the stout chief's face.
After a moment of this back-and-forth, the stout chief realized it was a lost cause and stopped his attempts.
"All right, no more joking around. Two fugitive murderers have surfaced in another province recently. One of them specifically targets young, attractive women. You should be careful." The stout chief clasped his hands behind his back and leaned against a nearby table.
