The Cougf for Your Own Security Punches

Crane was forty nine years old to nownan's forty five. He had made sergeant 18 months ahead of her later in his career, relative to her, but before her. Cran logically, and so by the dictates of the informal but binding hierarchy that exists inside any official hierarchy, crane was considered her superior despite sharing the same rank. Nownon knew it. Crane knew it. If it weren't him, it'd just be another fellow, and probably one less considerate. But still, newnon could never quite forget that that latitude and agency were only ever granted, and only ever his to grant. The cougf for your own security punches. You can cough him