Dana stewed, steaming mad, in an interview room at the Elizabethtown Post. She hadn’t caught so much as a glimpse of Caleb. If he was here, they were keeping them separated.
She flashed back to the last time she’d been in an interrogation room; the day she met Mel.
After cooling my heels but not my temper for half an hour, Sheriff ‘Walks On Water’ herself appeared. She was now in full uniform and she was all business.
She sat down carefully opposite of me and then sized me up. I looked her square in the eye. I wasn’t about to give an inch.
“So why are you hanging out in Morelville Ms. Rossi?”
“I told you. I work special investigations for Customs.”
“And the designer knockoff stuff in your trunk is...”
“Part of a case.”
I watched her closely too. The smile was long gone. She now loo
