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deputy material except for one.
    Wayne. In his mid-thirties, he was retired military which was usually a good sign. Watching him, Griffin noticed the man was an observer, not saying too much. That was also a good sign. He would be one to keep an eye on.
    Then Danny. A construction worker in his late twenties, he grinned a lot and seemed more interested in showing off for the females and the producers than doing any real work. A man like that could get someone killed in a dangerous situation.
    Levi. A laid-off software engineer, but there didn’t appear to be anything soft about the man. Around forty, he had the rough around the edges look of a man who had seen some bad shit but came out the other side. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any military or law enforcement experience. If he could learn quickly, he might be a candidate.
    Peggy. Mid-thirties and newly divorced, her bio said she was here to prove something to herself. She would certainly be tested by the demands of the job. At least she didn’t stare down at her fucking phone every second of the day.
    Like Sandy. A tall brunette in her early twenties, she was quite vocal about wanting to make her life “easier.” She’d dropped out of college because it was “hard” and “useless”. If she thought this was going to be a cakewalk, Griffin had bad news for her.
    Then there was the tiny Jazz Oliver. She probably shouldn’t have told him her last name, but they’d all been tired last night. She didn’t even reach his shoulders she was so little. A breath of wind could blow her away. And that pretty blonde hair and angelic blue eyes wouldn’t intimidate a toddler. No way would she be able to handle a deputy’s job, but then it wasn’t his place to question the recruits they’d sent.
    Shit, he didn’t even get to choose the winner. All he could do was put them through their paces and hope that the right one was selected. His money was on the cute little Jazz to go first. She might not even make it through the morning. Griffin had a wild day planned that should shake up these tenderfoots.
    “Ahem.” The producer slash director, Tony Albright, cleared his throat and stood at the head of the room, not seeming to notice the throng of people pressed to the window and entrance. “Let’s get started, shall we? We wanted to go over the rules and schedule quickly so that everyone is on the same page. Gordon?”
    Gordon Schofield, a slightly younger but pale-faced man and Tony’s assistant, handed him a tablet and the producer swiped at the screen a few times.
    “Here we are. First, please remember that physical violence towards each other is strictly forbidden. Anyone breaking that rule will be immediately disqualified. Sex, on the other hand,” Tony grinned, “is completely okay. Especially romance for the cameras. Remember, drama raises interest, and interest raises the ratings. There’s a bonus in it for everyone if the show goes Top Ten.”
    Griffin inwardly groaned at the producer’s words. He’d been right when he’d told Otis that nothing good could come from this. Was the money really worth it?
    Tony droned on about the rules, of which there weren’t many. The little tidbit that they’d signed a waiver absolving the production company and the town of Hope Lake should they receive physical or mental damage or even death was actually good news. At least he wouldn’t be sued when this was all over.
    “The show will be a standard thirteen episode season. Each week we will film Saturday through Thursday. That will be edited down to a one hour show aired on Friday night. At the end of the airing if it’s an elimination week, the viewers will see phone numbers and a website where they can vote. By the next morning, we’ll know who is going home. We’ll film you leaving and show it the next week at the beginning of the show. However, you won’t be going anywhere. You’ll stick around this area until the finale. Remember, some weeks we may or may