Chapter 8 – MYOBMel
Early Tuesday, Afternoon, October 14th, 2014
Gatlinburg, Tennessee
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We were cooling our heels in a little visitors waiting area at the Sevier County Sheriff’s Department. I wasn’t happy about how long we’d been waiting. I was being polite but I’d expected a little professional courtesy here and I wasn’t getting it.
Deputies came and went through the area Dana and I were sitting in, laughing and joking. After more than 40 minutes without so much as an acknowledgement that we were still there by the Deputy manning the inquiry window, I went back to it and stood there until he could be bothered to acknowledge my presence.
“Question ma’am?”
“I just wanted to let you know that we’re still out here and we’re still waiting to speak to your Sheriff or the investi
