Lindsay turned onto Oak Drive and was driving to her meeting with John Lingerfelt. The entire way there, she had been thinking about what he had said about not letting Wren be at the meeting. Wren had been adamant about her not going to it, but whether they liked it or not, meeting with John fell under one of her responsibilities as sheriff. If someone in the county wanted to meet with her and she could, she did. As Lindsay turned into the entrance of the river access, she saw John standing near the water. When she exited her car, she looked around, wondering who was watching them and where they were.
“Lindsay, I am glad you came,” John said as she approached him.
“I told you that I would. So what is so important, and why do we have to meet out here?” Lindsay asked him.
“I thought that
