Brandon was sitting at his desk the next day when his secretary, Lorna, stuck her head in the door. “Sheriff, the representative from the Attorney General’s office is here. I’ve already checked his credentials and received confirmation. Should I send him in?”
“Please. And, Lorna? Make sure we aren’t disturbed. Sam’s off today, but if anything major comes in, Dewey can handle it.”
“Sure thing, Sheriff.” She left and returned a few minutes later with a tall man in a three piece suit. Brandon estimated him to be between forty-five and fifty, his black hair peppered with gray.
His green eyes were warm when he introduced himself, his crooked smile softening the sharp angles of his face.
“Rex Howard, U.S. Attorney’s Office.”
Brandon shook his hand, noticing Howard’s firm grip. “Brandon Nas
