My aunt and I watched the monitor as Sheriff Weeks stepped into the interrogation room, along with another deputy. The deputy stepped to the other end of the room, went behind Corbin, and turned around and stood with his arms crossed, ready for the face-off. I noticed the square jaw, steel-gray eyes and blond hair that was cut short—a military buzz cut—combined in a handsome Germanic face giving him the cast of sternness that didn"t look like he"d take guff from anyone. The set of his straight neck gave me the impression he"d been in the military—probably Marines. There"d be no wiggle room where this deputy was concerned in whatever capacity. In fact if I"d have been pulled over by him for any minor infraction of the law, I"d throw my hands up in surrender.
My aunt and I settled in to wat
