Sheriff Chester Otis insisted on wearing his Stetson even in the heat. He’d taken it off and was mopping the sweat from his close-cropped steel-wool hair when Evan and Leon were escorted into the room. The administrator’s office was just as the administrator had left it — except for the body of the administrator, which Sister Margaret told them had already been removed from the premises by Deputy Griggs and some ambulance drivers.
Otis nodded in the direction of Evan’s escort, the deputy they’d met on the porch, and the fellow retreated dutifully back out of the room to resume his post at the front door. The sheriff mumbled, “I didn’t like the man. But I didn’t dislike him this much. Helluva thing.”
“They said he had a heart condition,” Evan offered. “You’re thinking it was something els
