Amaris walked out the back door toward the police car. Mr. Bruce hesitated and then followed behind. The officer got out and then walked toward Mr. Bruce.
“Lyle, what’s going on? The dispatcher said that there was a murder.” The officer said, paying no attention to Amaris.
“Reid, It’s Grover. Looks like someone broke in and he surprised them and they killed him.” Lyle said.
Sheriff Reid Clifton had been the local sheriff for a long time. He is supposed to retire at the end of the summer. His wife passed away a few years ago from cancer and he was going to move out of state to be closer to his daughter and grandchild. This sleepy little town had seen it’s fair share of speeders and drunk drivers, kids pulling pranks, and under age drinking, but in his time as an officer he had only inves
