“Hey, Sheriff?”
Anson Biggs peered around the side of his computer monitor. Deputy Conners stood in the doorway of his office.
“We need you in the conference room,” the deputy informed him.
“Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“I know, sir, but I promise this is more important.”
Biggs made a face, but he’d worked with the man long enough to know Conners wouldn’t jerk him around. If the man said it was important, it had to fall within his three facts guideline:
Was it fatal?
Was it forbidden?
Was it final?
Saving his document, he put the computer in sleep mode and got up from his desk. He followed the deputy into the conference room to find seven people seated around the table. Two more of his staff stood in the back to keep watch, as was protocol.
He eyed the group. They were an eclectic bu
