Chapter 3
It had been interesting, to say the least, being on this side of the law and listening to the petty squabbles of some old-timer. There were half a dozen empty beer cans in the barn, along with empty bags of chips and scattered cigarette butts. It was a dangerous stunt for the kids to have pulled; considering the barn was filled with hay. If it had gone up, there wouldn’t have been anything to stop it. The only thing the volunteer fire department could have done was stand back and let it burn. Of course, the entire thirty minutes Logan had been at the scene, Will had addressed Clinton. Adding, half a dozen times—that Sheriff Wilcox, now retired, would have known exactly who had been in the barn and would have taken care of it. In fact, he would have had those kids back there, cle
