Jamie had only been home for twenty-minutes when the phone rang. It couldn’t be Dillon, because he’d just dropped Jamie off on his way in to work. Jamie was tired, and nursing a headache.
He hoped the caller would just go away, but after the sixth ring, he gave in. Reminding himself to set the answering machine to take over after the fourth ring next time, Jamie picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Wanna tell me what in the hell you were doing down at the county jail talking to Barry Sledge?”
“Well hello to you, too, Sheriff. Great to hear from you.”
“Don’t d**k around with me, Jamie.” Brandon’s voice was hard, but even agitated, Jamie could tell Brandon held no real malice against him.
His next words proved his only motivation was concern. “You have no business rubbing elbows with peopl
