Beau walked into his office with an annoyed expression. He threw his hat on the desk and then slumped in his chair with a loud sigh. The case he's been working on recently wasn't moving forward and he felt as if he was stuck in place, without any more clues that would help. And what's worse, the FBI got involved and they decided to send someone here. He just hoped it wasn't an insufferable stuck-up who would take charge of the whole precinct. After all, he was the sheriff here and he wouldn't let some fancy pants order him around.

He ran his hand over his face, scratching his beard on the left cheek, lost deep in his thoughts. That's why he didn't even hear the knocking on his door at first. As it got louder and more persistent, he startled up and cleared his throat, letting the person know that they could come in. Poppernak slowly looked inside and smiled hesitantly. "Boss, someone's here to see you."

"Who?" Beau frowned, tapping his finger on the desk.

"The FBI," the deputy said and Beau just rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh. "Fine, let them in," Beau almost growled, running his fingers through his hair.

Poppernak nodded and left his office. Not long after that, the FBI agent entered his office. Beau looked up, already prepared to say something mean but he immediately held back his tongue, his eyes wide open when he saw you.

"Really? They sent you?" He scoffed with a smile, leaning back in his chair as he looked you up and down. "My, my, my. You haven't changed even a bit, darling. It's good to see you," he hummed and licked his lower lip.