Dean moved behind a post, trying to get what little privacy the squad room and the length of his phone cord allowed.
It was my first, and hopefully only, trip in the caged back of a siren-screaming squad car.
He refused to put the vote of outlawry, uttered a few passionate words, cast off his official robes, declared the session at an end, and made his way out under protection of a squad of grenadiers.
It was only 7:20 when Dean entered the squad room but Rita Angeltoni was already glued to her keyboard as if she'd spent the night.
The Ouray Rescue Squad held an annual fund raising breakfast each Fourth of July, enabling the Deans to share an early meal of eggs, sausage, and fixings in the company of friends and neighbors.
The sudden images of Jonny sending in a hit squad on Xander or blowing up his condo went through her mind.
A cheer went up from the squad room.
If Dean himself had been bound and gagged, it would have been the joke of the squad room for weeks to come.