Chapter Twenty-Seven
Madison Southworth sat at the kitchen table in her small apartment after she arrived home that evening. She put her head down into her clasped hands as her legs moved back and forth in repetitive motion underneath the table. It had been a long, nerve-wracking eight hours at the pharmacy throughout the day. She had felt a sense of relief on the way home. But now, her nerves were on edge once again as she prepared to call Cogent. She had to tell him about the little visit from Sheriff Lee. Madison must warn Cogent that she felt the Sheriff was working on a vendetta. She picked up the cell phone and swallowed hard as she prepared to make the call. The telephone rang a few times. Just as she was about to hang up, Cogent answered.
“Hello,” Cogent answered in a deep throat
