Chapter 80

"Hi, Sam, come on in," Hickoryville's Chief of Police, Michael Carr, motioned with a wave of his hand the next morning.

"Hi, Chief. Thanks so much for seeing me on such short notice. I really appreciate it," Sam Brower said as they shook hands.

"Well, you said it was important. What can I do for you?"

Sam hesitated. His eyes drifted to the view out the small window while he rubbed the back of his neck. Chief studied him from the side, noticing his rigid posture and fisted hands, beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip, and heard his deep intake of breath. He knew thirty-four-year-old Sam Brower was a detective assigned to the human trafficking task force, undercover most of the time, and didn't care to have anything to do with his parent's wealthy endeavors of which were many.