“You don’t have to stay with me every minute.”

Candy shrugged. He might be right, but he also might be wrong. She hadn’t received any other assignment. “You’re my detail.”

He grimaced. “I didn’t want that. If I’d wanted a full-time assistant, I’d have brought one along. I’m sure you have a whole bunch of things to do that are more important than shepherding me around.”

Candy felt a flicker of amusement. “I understand why you might not want that. But I’m equally certain the city fathers didn’t toss this to the sheriff because they wanted you rolling through here like a loose cannon. I guess I’m the city protection squad. No bad publicity here.”

That drew a grin from him. “You might be right. Most of the places I’ve been to have been too big to worry about it. Not only is Conard City way smaller, but it’s also pretty isolated.”

“Yup. They’d like to draw more visitors, not drive them away. So please, Steve, make us look good.”