Chapter 17
The MacKay sheriff’s office was buzzing. Rose’s husband and sister-in-law were also at the station, with a few others; someone making coffee, someone else setting out platters of sandwiches.
“Sheriff!” Rose called, practically jogging over to him.
“Rose, who are these people?” he asked, standing in front of her desk. An older, balding gentleman with thick glasses, standing with a gray-haired lady with a cane, waved from across the room.
“Community members, all here to help out,” Rose added as if this was the most normal thing. “This is where the teams will come. We have food to feed everyone, because they always come back hungry.”
“Hmm” was all he said. “Do you have any news for me?”
She just shook her head. “No, nothing. This is horrible, Sheriff. Nothing like this has ev
