Wren pulled into the parking lot at the sheriff’s department. When he did, he saw Little Bob standing outside on his phone with his ever-present cup of coffee sitting on top of the trashcan beside him. Little Bob saw Wren getting out of his car and hung up his phone, dropping it into his pocket. “Do I want to know why you are out here?” Wren asked him. “No, but one way or another, you’ll find out. Lindsay met with the county commissioners this morning,” Little Bob said. “Why is that so bad? She meets with them regularly,” Wren said, a little confused. “Because this time, Bill Marks and Roy James followed her back over here, and they have been in her office with the door closed for the last, oh…, almost three hours,” Little Bob said as he looked at his watch. Wren raised his eyebrow an

