Chapter Thirty-Four
“Nice digs. Don’t you find it a little unnerving, being parked this close to the sheriff?” Richard lounged in one of the worn second-hand office chairs in front of Sam’s desk in his dingy, tiny office with outdated brown paneling and one small window.
Sam wore a five o’clock shadow, obviously having had no time to shave that morning. “It has its perks,” he said, watching Richard meticulously with a hardness that failed to loosen even a little.
Richard couldn’t remember the last time someone had made him squirm. “You’re not going to give me a break, are you?”
Sam twirled a pen between his thumb and index finger. “You called me, remember?”
“I need to know something, Sam, before I tell you anything. Will you use it against me?”
Sam appeared to soften as he dumped his
