CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mackenzie was quickly coming to understand that when teens didn’t leave small towns after high school, they often ended up working for their parents somehow or another. It had been true for Kenny Skinner and it was apparently true of Mike Case as well. Sheriff Tate had placed a call to J.T. Case and had gotten confirmation that Mike Case was working on the crops today, out at the Cases’ farm.
Because J.T. Case was known to be something of a hard ass—although a well-respected hard ass—Tate had insisted on accompanying her. She had tried to convince him that she’d be fine, but he wasn’t having it. Because it wasn’t worth the argument, Mackenzie relented.
Mackenzie could have found the farm easy enough even without Tate behind the wheel of his cruiser. The cornfield stuck ou
