I'm Fitz Fitzgerald, filling in for the sheriff.
He hummed, a feeling of mild accomplishment sandwiched between the failure to contact Martha and the trepidation of potentially being made a fool by Seymour "Fitz" Fitzgerald, sheriff candidate.
"Take it easy, Fitz," one of them said.
I don't care about all your bones foolishness, but Fitz buying the vodka scares me.
It seemed to say "why bother with a newcomer when you can just continue with good ol' Fitz?"