Frank was a big teddy bear of a guy with curly blond hair and a mustache. He was someone I’d grown to like and respect during my days in management. He really cared about the deputies and agonized like an overly concerned father over decisions affecting their welfare. “First—at least, that’s what it looks like to me,” he replied. Then everybody turned to Sandy. She was a strong, no-nonsense professional, the first woman to be appointed chief deputy. At that point, I’d had very little interaction with her, and had no idea what she’d say. “I think it’s first-degree,” she said. Gil’s silence was
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