It was after nine in the evening by the time I made it home, a place that still felt too large for just me, now that Dad was gone. His truck still had some life left in it, and I was determined to use it until it died on the side of the road. Which could happen at any moment.
I could see lights at Marlene’s house, down the lane, and heard music in the distance. Sounded like they were having a great time. She had decided not to run for sheriff again last year and instead worked out of her home as a security consultant. If I was lucky, I wouldn’t see Beebub again before he left, with Sean suction-cupped to his body.
But as much as I would’ve liked that, it was unlikely, especially since I did live in a small town. Beebub being home, with a good-looking man on his arm, would probably make f
