CHAPTER TWELVE
Thanks to Waverly, Mackenzie had a list of potential instructors before she and Timbrook made it back to the station. All it took was a call to the Grand Teton recreational office, a quick transfer of lines, and a conversation with a very helpful man at the park. When she and Timbrook walked back into the station, Mackenzie noticed almost right away that the mood in the place was different. She tried to gauge why, exactly, but found out pretty quickly.
An older man was walking toward her, dressed in a well-preserved police uniform. The star over his left breast looked almost like some sort of stage dressing, a prop in a child’s grade school play.
The sheriff, she thought.
As if to confirm this thought, she heard Timbrook groan from beside her.
“You Agent White?” he aske
