Caleb's Point of View
I was working in the fields when my dad pulled up and honked his horn. I stopped the tracker I was on, got off, and then walked to the driver's side window. He rolled it down, and I could feel the cold air, and it felt amazing. It was a hot day today, and I was sweaty as hell.
"What's up?" I asked.
"The Sheriff is on his way over. He needs to talk to you, and Agent Black needs to as well. So he will be phoning in."
"Why I asked?"
"Not sure. Grab your shirt and get in," my dad said as he rolled up his window.
I walked over to the tractor and grabbed my shirt, and then got into his truck. I should have driven my truck, but dads was nice and cool, so I wasn't about to argue with him on that one.
"What do you think is going on?" I asked as my dad began to drive.
