Chapter Seventeen
“Shut off that engine right now!” Sheriff Vernon Purdue ordered the petrified-looking driver of the little car.
When he’d first seen the BOLO issued by Sheriff Maynard Grizzle, Vernon suspected his counterpart at the other end of the state had been visiting the meth labs in his county for more than just his regular monthly pay-off. Either that or he was drinking too much of the local moonshine. Having worked with the sheriff a ways’ back when they were both young deputies, he was leaning toward the moonshine. By now every law enforcement officer in Georgia had heard about the armed g**g of bank-robbing dwarves wearing animal masks. But being told to be on the lookout for an actual bear driving a car with a Confederate flag on the roof? That was a stretch even for Grizzl
