Chapter 15

“Lieutenant?” Randy said.

“George is the youngest lieutenant in the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office,” Bob said.

“Now I know where I’ve seen you before,” Randy said. “You were on the television earlier this year. You’re the one that nailed that serial killer.”

“What we have, Randy,” I said, changing the subject, “is a long and fairly steep gravel driveway. It’s washed out rather badly with the spring rains.”

“Yeah,” Mike said, “and we’ve gotten some prices per square yard from two or three local guys, but they seem kind of steep.”

“If you’re interested,” I said, “stop by tomorrow morning and take a look.” I gave him the address.

“You bet I will,” Randy said. “There’s not a lot going on around here right now in construction.”

“Here come the boys,” Lucinda said.

“We’ll look for you in the morning, Randy,” I said.

“I’ll be there,” he said, and went off in search of his particular graduate.

Zeb and Zeke walked up to us, gowns flapping.