Chapter 18
Lawrenceville, GA
Charles
THE FOLLOWING FRIDAY I was in Gwinnett County, waiting to see Angus Ferguson. When I was shown into his office, Angus stood to greet me, and we shook hands. He was about my height with thinning blond hair, appeared to be fairly fit, and was still a year or so on the good side of forty. He said, “I saw your name on my appointment list, Charles, and I assumed it had something to do with the Mall of Georgia incident.”
“It does, but not in the way you might think. I’m about to file some fairly serious charges against Sheriff Barnes. Take a quick look at these documents, and we’ll talk.”
I handed him a file folder and settled down to wait for him to peruse the documents it contained. It took a while for him to digest everything I’d placed in front of hi
