One of the two officers who’d carried Will to
the car stepped forward. “I’m Dan Jordan. Sheriff of Saratona
County. I think maybe you boys—and lady—should be dropping your
weapons. This is official business.”
“So is this, Sheriff,” the spokesman for the
newcomers said. “Randy Costain, Supervisory Special Agent, State
Bureau of Investigation. Put your guns on the ground and we’ll sort
it out.” He paused for a moment and added, “None of us wants a
bloodbath here.”
The two officials’ mouths hung open as they
stared in shock again. After a moment, Jordan nodded to his
cohorts. “Put your weapons down. We’ll work this out.”
Kristie wondered if the sheriff believed he
could talk his way out of it. Templeton simply recognized he was
outnumbered. All three of them bent and put their g
