Chapter Thirty-Nine
One week had gone by. It was September 13th, the day of Jon Overman's trial. Jury selection was about to begin. The courthouse was full of people. Sheriff Lee was sweating bullets as he made his way into the courthouse. His face was a dark shade of brick red. Reporters bombarded the Sheriff with questions as he walked up the concrete steps to the courthouse.
“Is it true that you took funds from Overman for your campaign, Sheriff?” one reporter fired the piercing question at the Sheriff. The Sheriff just waved his arms in the air as if he could miraculously make the reporters disappear. The parking lot of the courthouse was filled with satellite equipped vans and cameras. Light bulbs were flashing in the Sheriff's face. He could barely stand it. The late summer heat wa
