Sheriff’s Office
Wednesday Noon
The sheriff was not amused. “Wycliff, how about you move to some other jurisdiction and shake them up? This stunt you pulled might’ve turned out all sweet and nice, but it could just as easily have gone to hell and back.”
“I’m just following where spirit leads, sheriff,” Evan offered lamely.
“Damn nice piece of work,” Leon put in helpfully.
“Hmph,” Otis grunted. He shoved a file folder across the desk at the preacher. “You mind telling me what I’m lookin’ at?”
Evan opened the folder to find three photo blowups — printouts from the Coyle autopsy. These were extreme close shots of the face and forehead. “Oh, now I’m a forensics expert?” He passed the photos to Leon so he could also have a look.
“They got their opinions,” Otis said. “But something tells
