“Good. Now get out of here.”
“You’re sure?”
Eyes sparkling with good humor he pointed at the door. “Git!”
“Gone.” I hurried outside into the crisp morning air, once again experiencing a sweeping sense of freedom and exhilaration. It was time I admitted it to myself. As much as I’d tried to convince myself that this was the life I wanted, I really wasn’t cut out to be a newspaper executive anchored to a desk all day, even part time. Tally and my dad were right. I thrived on the excitement of chasing down an interesting story.
It took me all of five minutes to get to the sheriff’s office. After chatting with Julie briefly, I settled down to go through the reports. I set the alert on my phone to remind me when I needed to leave and opened the first file on the documentary filmm
