CHAPTER TWELVE
It was around two in the afternoon when Harrison got the call on his cell phone. It was Deputy Jordan Fox, and she didn’t seem happy.
“What’s up Jordan, you sound pissed about something?” Harrison said as he drove the police SUV along a narrow country lane, heading back to town.
“Trent’s missin’ sheriff, ain’t nobody seen him. He ain’t left by train or the bus. I just checked the train and bus station, no one has seen him. And by the look of his place, he didn’t go back last night,” Jordan said.
Sheriff Harrison nodded to himself as he took in the facts. A missing person was the last thing he needed before the Feds turned up. But then, the Feds were there for the bodies in the mine. So, he didn’t see why they should get involved in Trent’s disappearing act. He would deal
