By the time Mart, Daniel, and I walked the two blocks back to the high school, Sheriff Mason was already on the scene, and he didn’t look happy. Specifically, he didn’t look happy with Mart.
“What in the world would possess you to leave a man’s body here unattended?” The sheriff’s voice was low and controlled, but I could sense the anger seething behind his words. He looked like he could chew nails to powder.
Now that she was recovered from the initial shock and fear, Mart was her usual, composed self. “I was afraid,” she said with her hands on her hips. “And I thought I heard someone there,” she pointed toward the bleachers behind the bathrooms where she’d found the coach’s body. “I thought maybe it was the killer. So I ran.” She stared at the sheriff until he broke eye contact and walk
