He opened it to admit Jack Callahan.
7
A FLIGHT OF WOODCOCK
The sheriff stood tall in the doorway, his face unreadable, while at the same time he seemed to strain forward like an eager hound on a hot scent.
Disconcerted, showing it and aware that he showed it, Ted fought for self-possession. He said, "Well hello."
"Hello, Ted." Callahan was not unfriendly. "How are things?"
Ted tried to cover his confusion with a shrug. "Not much change."
"You seem," Callahan was looking narrowly at him, "a bit nervous."
"Is that strange?"