" Yessir Sarge sir. I still had a hard time thinking of him as my superior. Looking at him now it struck me how much he had aged in the last year and a half. No more butt slapping or wet willies in the locker room. Now he was somber and impatient, the skin of his jowls starting to loosen, shoulders bowed under the burden of his own authority. "

― Jonathan Kellerman , A Measure of Darkness (Clay Edison, #2)