Chapter Three
Chase was staring at a cloud of dust from the sheriff’s two cruisers as they pulled away with the girl with no name in back. The only thing he knew about her was that she had a ton of attitude and figured the douchebag behind the counter owed her something. He had a wound on his arm from where she’d taken a piece out of him, and he squeezed his fist and lifted it to shake off the ache again as he heard the station door ding behind him.
It was pink ball cap, and she was standing there, sizing him up. Instead of making small talk, she looked away before stepping off the cement step and starting to the brown pickup he’d spotted parked to the side. Overalls, who’d first tried to skip out with the Twinkies stuffed down his overalls, had eventually handed them over to the sheriff
