Sheriff Lloyd Campbell was at Max’s door bright and early the next morning.
I rolled over and groaned.
“What’s with all the crack-of-dawn visitors?” I asked Max, who hadn’t moved at the sound of the pounding on the front door. “Why don’t you have a doorbell? Didn’t I include a doorbell in this design?”
I poked Max in the side, but he only pulled me closer so I didn’t have poking room.
“Go back to sleep,” he muttered.
The pounding kept going.
“Okay, okay,” I grumbled. “I’m coming. Keep your pants on.”
I got up, slipped into my underwear and jeans, then walked slowly to the door.
The sheriff looked me up and down, then grinned.
“Max doesn’t feel like getting up this morning?” he asked, strolling past me and going to the kitchen. “How come you don’t have coffee made yet?”
As he walk
