“Hm? Oh, no. I’m not participating.”

Gordon lifted the steaming mug of coffee to his mouth, taking a sip as he looked around the police station. The off-duty staff had taken to decorating, making some sort of competition out of it.

He had no problems with it, of course. It was good for moral, if nothing else. There was plenty of heartache in the job; letting his workers have a reason to smile didn’t seem horrible in his mind. He wasn’t going to do any of the decorating, of course. He didn’t have a creative bone in his body.