You see, Sheriff. I was taking a shower at the Deadman’s Falls after Festus pushed me in the dirt. Sure, there was a bout of fisticuffs, but nothing too crazy? Yes, I know he’s a horse, but I’ve been lonely. Where’s my pants? Yes, sir. Festus ate them.
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“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
Okay, Nicholas.
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up.
