Sheriff Cabot spat tobacco on the ground. “Little lady, that mouth of yours is what got you in this mess. I would be more careful if I were you.”
“No, Ross Kincaid is what got me in this situation,” she emphasized.
Sheriff Cabot stopped in his tracks. “Let me give you some good advice. This old boy was born and raised around these parts. The Kincaid’s run this town. They have lots of money, power, and pull around here. So, I’d be careful if I were you.”
“That sounds like a threat,” Nikki replied.
“It’s not a threat, just some sound, friendly advice and here’s some more. When you go before the judge, listen, don’t say nothing, and you will be on your way in no time.”
“How can I be on my way?” Nikki argued. “My car was towed.”
“Don’t worry that pretty little head about that.” Sheriff C
