Chapter 8 - Jailing
Saturday Afternoon, November 21st
Mel glanced at the caller ID. Her mother again. She knew she needed her help getting the farmhouse ready for the annual Crane Thanksgiving bash, but she just didn’t have the time. She didn’t like working weekends any more than her deputies did, but it was part of the job.
Sighing, she picked up the phone. “Sheriff Crane.”
“Seriously, Melissa? You knew who was calling you.”
She smiled and hoped it carried over into her voice. “What can I do for you mom?”
“I thought you were coming out today to lend a hand. Your sister’s working, Chloe’s still at the store, the kids are off at some school thing...”
Mel cut her off. “I’m swamped here. Way behind.” I’m not worried about dusting and vacuuming. She’ll just want it all done again on Wed
