Chapter 29Then the trouble started.
We barely got home when the doorbell rang. Sarge opened the door.
“Sheldon Sheridan?”
Sarge nodded.
The man put a large brown envelope in Sarge’s hand. “You’ve been served.” The man turned and left.
Sarge took the envelope to the dining room and sat, a grim look on his face. He pulled papers from the envelope. He felt around for his reading glasses. I grabbed a pair on the sideboard.
Scenes on TV like this never turn out good.
Sarge took his time—too long for me. Estrella came from the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. That’s how serious Sarge looked.
Will came in the front door, shouting, “You guys back? How’d it—” He cut off what he was saying when he saw Sarge’s expression.
Finally, Sarge took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
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