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I kept up my fake phone call for another block, until the alley ended, and then turned the corner back to Main Street before dialing the sheriff’s cell. “I don’t know how to tell you this . . .”
He was at the shop in five minutes, and while he was livid, this time he didn’t storm out for a confrontation. I knew that part of the reason was because he didn’t want to involve me, and since I had been clearly visible to Cynthia and Chad, ugh, I hated that name, as I walked away, they would know immediately who ratted them out. But he also had other reasons.
“Harvey, I’m going to need your help again,” he said with obvious reluctance.
“Don’t sound so excited, Tuck.” I tried to make light of a tense moment, but it didn’t work. He just stared at me, his mouth a flat line. “Okay, what do you
