Chapter 7
Angie watched and followed the two men apprehensively; Sheriff Nixon in the lead, the ex-Sheriff Marcus Stone trailing him. Angie knew enough about Marcus to know that he wasn’t happy about following this other man. If Angie had to guess, he disliked Nixon as much as she did.
But they still followed dutifully. Angie took in everything she could and she knew Marcus was doing the same thing. The passed a room off of the hall. Police officers were in there, crouching down, observing something on the floor, but Angie couldn’t see what.
The Sheriff stopped just outside of the kitchen and turned back towards them. Angie saw that Marcus stiffened up. She stepped up beside him and grabbed his hand; his nostrils were flaring. Whatever he was smelling, he wasn’t liking it.
“Gue
