CHAPTER
4
Tears stinging the back of my eyes, I mouthed the words, ‘I’m so sorry,’ which seemed incredibly inadequate considering the circumstances. Not wishing to intrude any longer on this very tragic, very private moment, I backed away from the door even though the reporter in me was eager to find out what happened. I heard the squeak of hinges behind me and swung around to see Deputy Duane Potts saunter in the main entrance, clipboard and file folder in hand.
“Kendall O’Dell,” he said, his lips breaking into an ingratiating smile. “Now why am I not surprised to see you here? If there’s trouble around, you’re bound to be front and center.”
I sighed inwardly. “Hello, Duane.”
“Yes, sirree, I’d recognize that curly red hair anyplace.” As expected, his insolent stare swept over
