CHAPTER SIX
As the sheriff approached, Carly saw that he had a frown on his face. She also noticed that he was chewing enthusiastically on something—either gum or tobacco—as he glanced back and forth between Lyle and her.
“You must be Sheriff Ketchum,” Lyle said, shaking the stocky man’s hand.
“And you must be Special Agent Lyle Ramsey,” Sheriff Ketchum said, frowning up at Carly’s taller partner.
Tobacco, Carly silently guessed, judging from the stains on his front teeth. That was a habit she hadn’t seen for a good while.
Then, looking directly at Carly, Ketchum squinted with disapproval.
“I thought Pete Tully was going to be joining us,” he said to Lyle.
Carly was sure she understood what the sheriff meant. This morning Lyle had told her over the phone that he’d been assigned an a
