THE SHERIFF NEVER SMILES
“I’m busy, Miss Carver,” the lawman growled.
He stood up, looked at Amy, and pointed at the door to the cells. When she didn’t move, he put out his hand.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” Amy hissed. “I’m going.”
She paused at the door and leaned to the side so that she could see past the lawman.
“Don’t expect any favors from this man,” she said to Wilma Carver. “I don’t think he’s even human.”