“Hello? Sheriff Jeff Ridge speaking.”
“How are you, sheriff? I"m a reporter from the Milwaukee Clarion. We got something strange on the ticker this morning. Something about a Sasquatch captured in your town? Is that right?”
“Well, Mr. Reporter, you"re only about the 220th pencil pusher to call tonight. I been so busy answering phones I don"t have time for my prisoner.”
“Prisoner? Would that be the Bigfoot, sheriff?”
“Just a minute.” Three other phones were ringing off the desk. The sheriff punched call waiting on the call from the Clarion, call waiting twice more and put everyone on hold. Then he hung up.
“Sheriff?” It was his deputy, Carl, a useless boy who lived with his very rich and influential parents in their basement suite and worked only when it suited him. The useless twit wa
