“We went to serve those papers on Jorgensen? He’s barricaded himself inside that trailer of his, and he’s threatening to shoot.”
Norton sighed. “I’m on my way.”
He looked at Mac. “You better get that photographer of yours here ASAP, or I will leave her behind.”
“I’m here,” Angie said cheerfully coming up to them from the side.
He grunted.
“So, who’s Jorgensen?” Mac asked as they pulled away from the farm.
“Not a bad guy,” Norton said. “Well, OK, so he’s kind of a bad guy. Lives in a trailer on the edge of Sedro-Woolley. Has a small shop where he sells porn and guns. And I suspect meth, but we haven’t been able to catch him at it. And given the way he lives, he isn’t making a very good living off it if he is. His wife left him, and we’ve been tasked with serving the papers. No private
