Forty-One
Sheriff Dennison shoved paperwork across the desk to Todd, a deputy, who frowned and said, "Sheriff, this doesn't seem right. He's just an old man. What did he do to deserve this?" He put his hat on, pushed it back, scratched and pulled it down tight. "He's already in a kind of jail, isn't he? Isn't that enough? I mean, what can he do from a nursing home?"
"I know." Denny rested his elbows on the desk. "But the background evidence is certainly there. I've spent the last couple days checking and rechecking—he spent his last sixty years in prison ... for killing his wife."
Todd's eyes popped. "He what?" Eyebrows arched as he whistled through his teeth. He shoved his ball hat up on his forehead. "He killed his wife? Like back then when they were young?" He shook his head. "For re
