Chapter 152

Eventually a familiar voice said, “Captain Plott.”

“George Martin here, Bob.”

“What can I do for you, George?”

“Know anybody at the local sheriff’s office?”

“The sheriff is an old buddy of mine. Why?”

“Because I was hoping you could call in a marker or two.” I told him what had happened.

“Shit, George, you do lead an interesting life.”

“Maybe. Right now I’d just like to get through this without it turning into a three-ring circus.”

“Let me put you on hold and make a call.”

A few minutes later he came back on the line. “You still there, George?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Who’s we?”

“Me and the sheriff,” he said. “We’ll look things over and decide how to handle the situation.”

“Thanks, Bob. I owe you one.”

I hung up and called Mike on his cell phone. “Hi, babe,” I said when he picked up the call. “What’s happening?”

“We’re doing okay. The guys are going to be well prepared with khaki pants, polo shirts, and the usual. What’s up?”