While Noah and Cody were discussing the old bakery building, John was in his office, starting his day. The first order of business was checking to see if there had been any responses to the APB he’d sent out on Mayor Dunn. He was just about to do that when his phone rang.
“Sheriff Darkman,” he said, answering it.
“John, he’s home!” Maggie Dunn’s voice was filled with elation tempered with disbelief.
“When? Did he say where he’d been and what happened?”
“Early this morning. He…he looks like hell and—” John could imagine the worried look on her face, “—he wouldn’t tell me anything. He just apologized for being gone and went straight to bed. I would have called you earlier but…”
“I understand. Please let me know as soon as he wakes up. I need to talk with him.”
“I will. I promise.”
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