Chapter Eight
Elvis steered the large pickup truck into the gravel parking lot off Piano Lane than ran along the back of the two story city hall complex. He pulled into the reserved stall for the sheriff ,right in front of the back entrance door. The horseshoe-shaped campus reminded Aloha of the LIPS Academy. The gravel crunch under the tires as the truck came to a stop.
It annoyed her when Elvis wanted to stop for coffee before coming back to the office. Forty minute coffee breaks were so gonna be history.
The rumble of the truck’s V8 engine faded to an echo off the two story brick buildings walls after Elvis cut the engine. A stuffed roadrunner toy hung off the end of his brass key ring in the shape a large E.
He swiveled in his seat and glared at Aloha. “You shouldn’t have let
