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THE SHERIFF TOOK MUCH longer this time, but when he returned, he still hadn’t discovered anything unusual.
“Thank you for doing that, Caleb,” Mom said, handing him a glass of red wine. “You could probably use a little of this right now.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled and winked. “Although I’d better not overindulge; I hear the cops in this area are pretty terrifying.”
She giggled and then turned to Nathan. “Honey, can you fire up the grill? I’m sure everyone is starving by now.”
“Yeah, I’m literally fading away.” Nathan raised his hands in front of his face. “I can barely see my hands.”
“Be careful, Nathan,” I warned.
“I’ll be fine.”
Mom smiled and shook her head. Then she turned to me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and glanced at Caleb, who only had eyes for her at the mom
