Jacobs had asked Cheryl to bring in two coffees.
After she had dropped off the two black coffees and closed the door, the questions started.
“Okay, Jacobs, what the hell is going on in this town?” Nash demanded.
Jacobs was sitting facing the two-way mirror. The standard rolls are now reversed. It was meant to be Nash under investigation. After all, Nash had been discovered with Sheriff Harrison’s body. Harrison’s blood was all over Nash’s clothes. By all accounts the perfect suspect.
However, it was Jacobs in the hot seat. He was the one who would be spilling his guts. But Nash had promised it would be off the record. He had seen the fear in Jacobs’s eyes. The man was afraid alright, but the question was, of who, or what?
Jacobs sat and stared down at the mug of coffee he was cradling
