“There was no sign,” Nikki exclaimed to the Sheriff thirty-minutes later.“High school prank.” Sheriff Cabot removed his hat and ran his short, stubby fingers through his graying hair. “I have to have a talk with them youngsters.” He was a short, stocky man with a pudgy face and belly to match.
He’ been in office for the past twenty years. He knew everyone in Norstrom. The citizens admired and trusted him.
Nikki noticed a large wad of tobacco in his right jaw. She couldn’t believe people still indulged in such a filthy habit. He spat on the ground. She frowned and looked away. Disgusting.
“You know who did it, Sheriff?” Junior inquired.
“Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” Sheriff Cabot replied. “I’ll be talking to some parents.”
“Ma’am, I’ll be taking your car in now,” the tow truck drive
