Chapter Eighteen
“Now listen here, Maynard. Ah’m only callin’ y’all as a courtesy, specially seein’ as we go back a ways. Ah ain’t lookin’ for an argument, but this here feller’s got one of them English flags on his vehicle, not a Confederate one! He’s got a driver’s licence from over in England too. Even his vehicle’s registered thare!”
Thelonious overheard Sheriff Purdue’s raised voice on the phone as he waited outside his office. The smell of coffee from a coffeemaker reached his nostrils, reminding him that he’d never had a chance to make use of those teabags he’d bought. He considered asking one of the office staff if he could have a cup, but decided against it. The less attention directed his way, the better.
There was a lengthy pause. When the sheriff finally resumed speaking, hi
