It might have been early in the day for a shot of bourbon, but Hunter slugged one back nevertheless. The miniature mountain cabin sat perched in the center of his desk. Having just come from the real one, he was again amazed at the similarities. It wasnt possible Poppy had had it made custom, was it?
He shook his head. During his ride back down the mountain, a plan had begun to form in his mind. First things first, there was something he needed to do. He picked up his office phone and dialed Bill Albrights cell.
Hunter, hows the new head of the McFall Economic Development Council? the sheriff laughed.
Hunter rolled his eyes. Hed forgotten about that fiasco.
Hey, Bill, how are you?
Doing fine, just fine. What can I do for you?
Hunter hesitated for a moment. Im about to ask you to do something that might kind of skirt the law a little.
Silence greeted Hunter on the other end.
Bill?
What are we talking about here? Albright asked cautiously.