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Sheriff Johnson arrived at work in the grey pre-dawn twilight and found PT already waiting. The two men went straight into the sheriff's office and locked the door. Bill poured coffee from a flask and handed a cup to his deputy. The sheriff sat down heavily at his desk while PT looked out the window. Bill wasn't used to rising early these days – he even had to forgo his breakfast. But his nervous anticipation kept him focused.
"Well, PT," he asked irritably, "what the helluv you got for me?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're sure there's no bugs in here?"
PT assessed the sheriff's apprehensive mood, but he was way past caring about Bill Johnson's chronic anxiety. His own job was on the line as much as the sheriff's. "No bugs, Bill. We've took the whole place apart. But we got t
