Chapter Twenty-Seven “Dad!” protested Bryce. “I’m going to talk about my problem. Not you.” Walter Kelly held up his hands in surrender. He moved to an empty desk behind Sheriff Constitution and sat in the gray and blue office ergonomic chair. “When you’re right, you’re right.” Walter shook his head and dropped his arms to lay flat on the chair arms. “Sorry, Bryce. I agree it’s your curse, you should be the one to explain.” The Sheriff had a sardonic expression on his lips. He swiveled his chair back and forth, causing it to squeak. He took a sip of coffee. “Sheriff? Are we gonna let them…” Izzy’s voice trailed off, her index finger pointing first at Walter, then at Bryce, then back again. The Sheriff stopped moving the chair to face Izzy, his eyebrows rose on his forehead. “Yes
