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

real, insistent, growing louder. I looked at the clock and looked at the ceiling and then I got up and pulled on a shirt and walked to the front door and opened it.

A sheriff stood on my porch. Full uniform, badge catching the early morning light, the expressionless professional face of someone who has learned to give nothing away before a conversation continue reading …