Chapter Three
Charlotte was perched on the edge of his desk, where he sat with the phone to his ear, the door closed. He’d said nothing to Therese and Colby about his personal business, and then there was Harold, who he knew was handling a call at a property north of town about vandalized farm equipment and a fire that had destroyed half a barn. Arson for sure, but not something he could get his head into today.
He listened to the ring again, furious after having left two messages for the warden of the women’s prison, who had never bothered to call him back.
“Jane Bartlett,” she finally answered, and the ball of rage building in his stomach seemed to grow bigger.
“Warden Bartlett, this is Sheriff Marcus O’Connell. You’re a hard woman to get a hold of. Pretty sure I left two messages fo
