CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Wilfred Comes Clean* 1 *
Earl had never seen anything like it.
Clavis looked like he had just lost a fight with a threshing machine.
Wilfred looked even worse, standing there with that pitchfork in his hand.
“Did you find a fork in the road?” Earl asked.
Wilfred threw him a go-to-hell look. “Anyone ever tell you you’re about as funny as a leaky colostomy sack?”
“I didn’t hear you drive in,” Wendy Joe said. “Where’s the squad car?”
“It started making funny banging sounds, so I parked it in Barrand’s Hardware for a tune up.”
“How’s that?”
He shoved Clavis towards Earl.
“Lock him up.”
“I ought to hose him down first. What the hell is that reek? And shouldn’t I call a doctor about his hand? You both look near to death.”
“Lock him up. We’ll get him to the clinic w
