“Okay, crisis over,” Boyd announced. He nodded in my direction. “Just do what you would normally do now.”
“What did Broome want?” I asked.
Boyd lifted his chin. “I didn’t wait to find out. He’s on his way down to the department, where he’ll sit and wait a bit. Maybe our guys will throw some charges at him, like disorderly conduct or threatening and intimidation. See what he has to say.” He turned a kindly eye to my son. “Arch, Sergeant Jones is going to accompany you to the tire place now.”
Arch gave me a concerned look. “Mom? Are you okay?” When I said I was fine, he said, “Gus has invited me to spend another night. Is that all right? Sergeant Jones can come again. I think Gus’s grandparents liked her. We’ll go together to the trail-building site tomorrow.”
“If it’s okay with Sergeant
