Chapter 12
“Clinton,” Logan called out when he stepped into the bullpen, where Clinton was hunkered down at his desk, reading something from a file.
“Yes, Sheriff?” He slid back his chair and stood up. “You know, I’ve found nothing on Brent Maloney, that new teacher. Frankly, that bothers me, sir. Maybe we should speak with the principal at the school to find out more? After all, he has to have provided a resume and a teaching certificate.” Clinton clicked his pen, his expression serious. Maybe his concern stemmed from being a parent himself.
“That’s probably a good idea, but let’s hold off right now,” Logan said. “I don’t want Maloney wondering why we’re checking him out.”
“Well, why are we?” Rose asked, stepping up behind him.
Logan should have been startled, because Rose hadn’t bee
