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Dad and I were crammed in Sheriff Olsen’s office, which had nary a square inch of empty space. Every surface was covered with piles of paperwork. We had to move things off the “guest chairs” in order to sit. File cabinet drawers were partially open with the edges of paper-work jammed in the rims, appearing to stage an attempted breakout from their file folders. Various wadded-up paper balls were scattered in the vicinity of an overflowing wastebasket. The sheriff’s computer had so many sticky notes attached around the screen, it was a wonder he could see his Microsoft tool bar. The Sheriff’s Department building had been constructed in the 1960s when, apparently, cinderblock was cheap. Not only was the exterior basically made of blocks, so were the interior walls. While the outside w
