Sunshine Valley

Sunshine Sue

     Deputy Banks, Bradley, Evie, Dillon, and another man Dillon introduced as Edward set on the back porch.

     Deputy Banks wrung his hands, “this will not be popular but I think we need to get Sunshine Sue in on this.”

    Dillon scoffed. 

    Edward rolled his eyes. 

     Evie watched each man’s expression to the comment with interest. “If I may ask, who is Sunshine Sue? I’ve heard the name before.”

     “Have you been livin’ under a rock?” Edward snapped.

     She smiled a mischievous smile, “a closet.”

     Bradley spoke, “Sunshine Sue is on every social platform she can be on. Has thousands if not millions of followers.”

     “Busy body,” Edward scoffed. 

     “She might be the right kind of busy body we need,” Banks offered. 

     “Is her name really Sue?” Evie asked, “that’s just too clever.”

     “No,” Dillon offered. She noticed him touching the table. He would touch it. Think for a second or to, raise his finger, then touch the table again. 

     “We need this person to get so pissed, they come out.” Banks remarked.

    “She is definitely the right person to inflame any situation.” Edward smirked.

     “She hates me,” Dillon was still frequently touching the table. 

     “She hates you?” Evie asked.

     “Cassandra,” Dillon blurted out with his finger touching the table.

     “Cassandra Morgan?” Evie asked. “From school?”

     “Yes.” Dillon answered her. 

     Bradley spoke, “hate might be too harsh.”

     “No,” Dillon softly shook his head. 

     “Why?” Edward asked. “I always knew there was some animosity between her and the sheriffs office.”

     “We may need to burry the hatchet.” Banks spoke. “We just might need her.”

     “Let me get this straight,” Evie put a hand on Dillon’s shoulder. “You want Sunshine Sue to poke the bear? You know who this person is?” Evie asked with surprise.

     “Yes. But we have to get something that will stand up in court.” Edward frowned.

     Dillon almost said something but thought better of it. He glanced at Evie. “I have an idea to poke the bear. Bradley, do you have your note pad?” Bradley handed it over with a pen. Dillon scribbled on it. Before handing it back. “Someone anonymously send her a copy of the council minutes from this month.” He pointed at the pad. 

     Banks asked, “Will she be able to figure out what we want her to see or do we need to highlight part of it?”

     “Highlights might be misconstrued as leading,” Edward hissed. “I can’t believe we are doing this.”

    Bradley hung around until everyone had left. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have come and got you. I should have just written up my report for you to read.”

     Dillon extended his hand for a hand shake. “It’s all good.”