“Holy shit, that’s as much as the Chief makes here in Waynesville.”
“Let me thank you for your hospitality, Captain. I truly appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” he said. “It’s not every day I get to see big-city crime fighting in action. By the way, where’s your cabin?”
“In Maggie Valley. About a mile up Fie Top Road from the main drag.”
“I know the area well. I have some distant relations that have lived up there for years.”
“Does the name Hawkins mean anything to you?”
“They’re the closest of those relations, second or third cousins, I think; why do you ask?”
“My partner and I have had the Hawkins twins doing yard work, and their mother cleaned the place for us from top to bottom.”
“Those are good boys,” he said, “and their mother is a real hard worker. Too bad about the father.”
“What about the father? We haven’t met him.”
“He works off and on as a plumber, when he’s not dead drunk, that is.”
“Sorry to hear that. I hope he doesn’t abuse that nice woman or those boys.”