After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

The address was a small house, single story, the porch light on, the blue-gray flicker of a television visible through the front window. I sat in my truck at the curb for a minute and stared at it.

I had talked myself into this errand on the drive over, but now that I was parked in front of the house a different set of thoughts surfaced. What if he continue reading …