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Given that it was so late on a Friday night during the holidays, the sheriff, my friend Tucker Mason, didn’t keep us long after he arrived to assess the scene. A quick statement from everyone there and we were on our way with a promise to give more information the next morning.
Daniel responded to my SOS text immediately, so he’d arrived at the same time Tuck had. He came right to me, put his arm around my waist, and said, “Good Lord, Harvey. You okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak for fear I would cry. Crying is my emotional response for all sorts of things including terror and rage. So tonight’s combo platter of exhaustion, sadness, and confusion was sure to open the floodgates if I opened my mouth. Daniel pulled me close, but he didn’t ask me to speak again. He knew.
Normally, I’d wa
