Hate and hurt twisted Clint's face when I appeared with Sheriff Cole. He'd think I betrayed him, but so what? Clint glared at me like I was Judas and I began crying.
"Come on, kids, let's get you home." The Sheriff's voice was soft and gentle and Clint's face softened. "Clint, you first. And on the way you can tell me what you saw."
I wiped my eyes and smiled. Sheriff Cole had put the boys disappearance and the murder together - and the pieces fitted like a good jigsaw.
I grabbed Clint's hand. He was pretty much in the clear.
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Oh you little vixen Anna Cody!