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When Summers strode up to Sheriff Miller, he could see right away that the sheriff wasn’t happy to see him returning alone without Rocky and Trudy Wilson and Detective Sanchez. Summers’ stomach muscles tightened.
“Where’s Sanchez?” asked Miller, his voice cold, his blue eyes glaring at Summers as if he were a bug about to be stepped on. “And my two prisoners?”
“That biker seemed to know the law pretty good,” said Summers. “He wanted to see a warrant and since we didn’t have one…”
“Cut the bullshit and tell me where Detective Sanchez is, right now.”
He said it with such force a slight tremor ran through Summers body. The sheriff was a tough boss, but he’d never spoken to him with this much intensity.
He pointed at the Wilson’s house. “In there with them.”
Miller sighed heavily. “N
