CHAPTER TENEven as Jesse’s romantic life became more complicated, the world of journalism kept coming down the tracks like a freight train without an engineer. One Thursday night, the county sheriff called to say he could book Jesse into the jail Saturday morning.
“Is this really Sheriff John Meeks?” Jesse asked.
The sheriff sighed. “I know it’s late, but I can’t call from the jail. This whole thing has got to be undercover. You could get hurt. And, yes, this is Sheriff Meeks.”
Jesse recognized the voice. “Saturday’s kind of short notice. What’s the rush? I mean, I can do it, but we’ve been talking about this for months. And what are you saying about I can get hurt?”
The sheriff whispered, “Our jail is not a safe place, as you know. It’s overcrowded and understaffed. If some of those p
