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Sheriff Milo looked at the number on the piece of paper. Looking at his deputy, he growled, “who?” The deputy shrugged. “Like I have time to talk to some first term sheriff.”
Margaret answered the phone, “Sunshine Valley Sheriff’s Office.”
His anger dissolved in an instant. “Sheriff Pace.”
“May I ask who’s callin’?”
He stifled a laugh. Her country accent was cute. “Sheriff Milo. I’m returning his call.”
“Please hold.” There was no music. Just dead air as he waited for the transfer.
A very tired voice answered, “thank you for takin’ time out of your busy schedule to call me back sheriff. I’ll get right to the point. I need any information you can share with me about Douglas Greenroll.”
Sheriff Milo’s blood ran cold at the mention of the man’s name. His heart skipped a beat. After clearing his throat, he asked, “sheriff, why do you ask?”
He almost blurted out Evie’s name. Thought better of it before saying, “I’m protecting.”
“Sheriff, he has no respect for your badge. He’s loaded with smooth talking, high dollar lawyers. I guess being a millionaire has its perks.” Dillon spewed coffee cross the room when Milo said millionaire. “You didn’t know?”
“There’s a lot I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t respect your badge. He doesn’t respect the fact that you’re a human being and he sure as hell doesn’t respect Mrs.” Milo stopped. “Ms. Rice. He shot one of my deputies. We are working the best we can to keep this bastard in jail. Sheriff, I will call you when they release him.”
“Thank you sheriff.”
“I’ll need a secure way to send you this information.”
“Yes. Thank you. One moment.”
There was a pause as Dillon flipped through a notebook to find the information for Milo. He heard the sheriff clear his throat. “How is she?”
Dillon wasn’t sure he knew how to answer that. Not knowing the full degree of what she’d been through. “Good days and bad days.” Was all he could blurt out.
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