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Jonah wasn’t a fan of admitting he was wrong. He figured most people weren’t. But he knew he hadn’t done right by Xander and had probably hampered his investigation by not passing on his suspicions sooner. So Saturday morning, he bearded the lion in his den—aka Xander’s office at the Sheriff’s Department, where his wife, Kennedy, had said he’d be.
“Why, Jonah Ferguson! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Come on around here and give me a hug.”
Essie Vaughn, the dispatcher and admin for the department, who’d been around since God was a boy, was a long-time client of his mama’s salon, so the familiar greeting didn’t surprise him. This was one of the pieces of small-town life he’d grown to appreciate as an adult. Connection and caring. He was still getting used to being back in it.
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