It was Monday morning, and Lindsay was pulling her car into the parking lot at the sheriff’s department. She looked at her watch and saw that it was not even 6 a.m. yet, over two hours early for her scheduled workday. It had been a night when Lindsay could not sleep, so she had decided to go to work early rather than deal with her mother-in-law. She braced herself for the questions about why she was at work so early. She also knew that Max was working, and he would understand. Max had met Margaret Gold before and had been subjected to her wrath when he had.
“Morning, Hanna,” Lindsay said as she strolled into the department.
“Good morning, Sheriff. Is something wrong? You are here very early this morning,” Hanna said, slightly confused and concerned.
“I don’t know that there are words to
