Chapter 20Fort Keeps, NY — Adirondacks — October 1912
Sheriff Benji O'Sullivan wore a long tan leather jacket that just reached the bottom of his calf muscles. His boots were scuffed beyond polishing and the soles worn nearly clean off. He'd need a new pair before winter. The idea of spending money on even essentials gave him pause. Only reason he considered the purchase was his overwhelming fear of frostbite and losing toes.
He stood outside his office. Cigar smoke plumed in front of his face. The crisp autumn air was refreshing, just invigorating enough that he felt alert. It had been a long night. He'd been awake nearly thirty hours. Wasn't often they had many big crimes in Fort Keeps. With all signs pointing toward a murder, he couldn't imagine going home and sleeping. Rest could wai
