Angelica was still there, waiting anxiously. She held and had
been examining the gag that Stacy had worn, but when Jim emerged
from the office, she quickly put it down, away from her. The lady
guard sat at the desk, seeming to be busy with paperwork. “Am I
still to help with this?” Angelica asked, as if fearing that she had
been eliminated from the plan.
“Of course, we will have you sign all the papers in a moment,
and then we will swear you in as a deputy.”
“Do I get to wear a badge, like in the Westerns?” asked Angelica
with a flirtatious smile.
Jim returned her smile. “No, no badge, but since you are
helping with a law enforcement matter, it is required that you be a
deputy of a U.S. Marshal.”
“Do I get to carry a gun?” she asked. (more…)