Fourteen
We were back in the truck and almost passing through the small town that was the county seat but on a highway that ran around it to avoid going through town. Mac started to pull off the highway onto the shoulder. I looked over at him and noticed he was looking into his rearview mirror. I glanced at the side mirror and saw the flashing lights of a Sheriffs Deputy behind us. I got a little nervous because the Sheriff himself told us his deputies would have an issue with us looking into Mr. Stevens murder.
I heard the door to the car behind us open and Mac said, “it’s the Sheriff.”
“Is that good?”
He just shrugged.
“Your side,” Mac said. I let my window down.
“Morning guys, it’s good to see you so soon again,” the Sheriff said when he got to the window. “How did it go out there
