Chapter 7
Trouble’s brewing
“You’re right. Something’s up,” Terry reported as soon as he entered the Superintendent’s rear door. “They’re planning to meet at the front gate at 2 p.m. I suggest we notify the State Police.”
“I still think that would only worsen things,” Jonathan replied, shaking his head. “The town’s been through enough already. I still think it’s just a few hotheads. Mostly Spunkie Akers.”
“Yes. He’s the instigator.”
“I don’t think he’ll get many people to back him. Maybe just a few of the impressionable young kids. I know the Grayson County sheriff. Let me call him.”
Armbrister looked in his roller desk for the sheriff’s home phone number and dialed. Terry listened as the superintendent talked, barely hearing the voice on the other line.
“Hello, Herb. This is Jonath
