“Yes Ma’am, five or six.”
“Show us,” said Agent Jacoby.
There were seven photos. Four were outside of the duck blind, three inside. It was obvious the trash was not there yesterday.
“Am I in trouble?” asked the kid.
“Absolutely not,” said Marsha.
“I’ll paint over it this afternoon.”
“No, I want you to leave it there, and when you get married and have kids you can bring them out and show them. I want it to stay there a long, long time,” said Marsha.
“Can I get a ride back in to town? I came from work.”
“You bet, we will even let you ride up front and you can even hit the siren a couple of times if you want. The Deputy should be waiting on you,” said the Sheriff.
Beverly had been pacing back and forth, talking to God the whole time. She sat on the edge of the bed. She started cracki
