Chapter 47It was the third time Sheriff Sailor banged on the door, but still no answer. He tried the knob, and the door swung open. Turning toward Nelia nearby, he motioned with his head in the direction of Nelia’s gun. “Just in case,” he said.
They were startled by a loud crack behind them and swirled around to watch as the force of the winds broke off a branch the size of a telephone pole from an oak tree in the yard. Sailor shook his head, and they entered the house, keeping their guard up. Paddy could be unpredictable. He’d been known to start fights in a drunken stupor, been found stone cold on public benches, ticketed for public urination, and of course the thefts and m*******a, but he’d never before called the sheriff to say he was committing suicide.
Sailor pointed for Nelia to c
