CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Calls that came into the sheriff’s station in Wakulla, rang ten times, before being routed to voicemail. From behind a glass door, a barrage of curse words bounced off the walls and slid under the door.
The Chief Deputy swung open his office, shouting across the room. “Kocsma, why aren’t you answering the phone?” Big and bald, the six and a half-foot Chief couldn’t help being an imposing figure, and realized he should calm down before scaring away the more sensitive members of his staff. The employees pretended to work and stared at their computers. The Chief took a few long steps and stood by the front desk, where he consciously inhaled and took several deep breaths. His wife had suckered him into yoga classes to help reduce his blood pressure, but he wasn’t sure all
