“Sure, knock yourself out,” sighed Sam. He had the feeling that saying no to Sheriff Johnson searching the RV wasn't an option anyway. “We'll just go wait up front and get out of your way.” Nudging Adam into action, they both climbed back into the cab, turning in their seats to keep an eye on the unwelcome visitor.
“Nice RV,” the Sheriff commented as he opened the toilet door, looking inside for far longer than was needed to establish that the small cubicle was empty. “What's she setting you back a night?”
“Sixty-five dollars,” Sam replied.
“Not cheap, not cheap at all,” the Sheriff said, letting out a small, surprised whistle. He was standing right by the bench seat, his left leg brushing on the wet cushion. “You dropping her back to Denver when you're done?” His search seemed to have
