"I want you to adopt a reasonably pleasant demeanor, officer," said Kirk.
"Yes, sir," said special constable McCoy. Special Constable McCoy was one of the two cops standing guard at the building's entrance. He was one of the five policemen employed by the Fort Baker Police Department: a sheriff, a deputy sheriff, and three special constables. There were no ordinary constables. Being a special constable meant a couple of dollars extra in the monthly moneybag, and a couple of dollars went a hell of a way longer than a hundred bucks used to, in the old days. The sheriff knew how to care for his people.
"I realize that an intimidating appearance can be helpful when maintaining order," Kirk droned on. "However, there is no reason why you should glare at everyone who passes by. I want this office to project a friendly image, officer. I want people to like us. This is hard to attain when your presence makes people afraid of crossing the street."
