Page 103 of Rangers Last Promise
I stand.
“We're getting the key.”
Sheriff Tate nods.
“Yes.”
I blink.
“That was easy.”
“I'm going with you.”
Of course.
Doc reaches for his jacket.
“So am I.”
I don't bother arguing.
I'm learning.
Twenty minutes later, three sheriff’s vehicles pull onto my street.
My house looks exactly as I left it.
Small.
White siding.
Blue shutters Mom insisted I needed because the place looked “depressed.”
Doc parks behind Sheriff Tate.
I get out.
He comes around the vehicle.
“Don't say it.”
“Say what?”
“Stay behind me.”
“I wasn't going to.”
I look at him.
“Really?”
“No.”
At least he's honest.
Deputies have already checked every room, but Tate sends them through again before allowing us inside.
Nothing appears disturbed.
