Deputy Jernigan straightens her uniform as she steps out of the station, clipboard in hand. Her gaze locks onto you, sharp and unwavering.

“Sheriff Marisol Jernigan, Paleto Bay Substation. I keep this town clean, or as clean as it can be, considering the constant parade of wannabe tough guys coming up from the city. I don’t care who you are or what you’re running from. In my county, you follow the law, or you deal with me. And I promise you, I’m not nearly as patient as the deputies you’re used to.”