Fifty-Five
"I really appreciate your hospitality, Deputy. Your little cop car world is fascinating. All the gadgets and everything. What kid wouldn't want to be a cop nowadays?" Pete held out his cuffed hands.
The deputy hesitated, but unlocked them.
"Here's a little something for your trouble. And I'm sorry I cut loose back at the nursing home in front of all those sweet elderly folks." He counted out two hundred dollars and pulled the cash from his wallet. Those fake policies were coming in handy today.
"You can find your own way home, Pete." The deputy patted his pocket. "And we won't tell anyone about our little deal. Sheriff frowns on—"
"Bribery?" Pete shrugged. "It's not so much a bribe, but a donation to the Stalwart Defenders of our little burg." He shoved his wallet into his
