Chapter Twenty-Five He shivered as thick rain drops pounded him, soaking through his thin windbreaker as soon as he got out of the back seat of the police cruiser. His arm hurt where the deputy held him in a vise-like grip as she walked under the canopy shielding the front doors of the Sheriff’s office. The single story building, not much bigger than a double wide trailer, housed the local sheriff and his deputies. Three police cruisers sat parked in a row to the left of the glass doors. The two sheriff’s deputies were dry in their rain slickers and peaked caps protected by plastic covers. Look at them. He hated being wet. But he already felt warmer being under the canopy, watching the rain pelt the parking lot. At least, his shivering had eased a little. The handcuffs though pinched
