“Yeah,” said Humphrey. “To the sheriff, and I want to be right there when you do. I want to hear that. I’m coming with you now.”
He started down the hall.
Doan jerked him to a halt. “I don’t want to walk around with you any more.”
“You’ll walk or get carried.”
“Wait a minute,” said Trent. “What did you arrest him for this time?”
“For loitering and suspicion of grand larceny—auto. He was loafing out in front in a car that wasn’t his.”
“That’s my car,” sand Trent, “and I told him to wait in it while I was in here.”
“Take those handcuffs off him,” said Heloise.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Humphrey, obeying.
“Get out,” said Heloise. “And stay out.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Humphrey.
The shadows were stretching long and thin over the mathematical segments of lawn when Doan and Eric Trent walked dia
