Rudder was a tall, burly man who reminded me somewhat of John Wayne, if I closed my eyes till they blurred a little. He had a fairly gruff demeanor, unless that was just how he behaved around Mother and me. (Yes, we’d had a few past run-ins with the sheriff—or mostly Mother had.) The light blue car had SHERIFF, COUNTY OF SERENITY inscribed in black on its driver’s-side and passenger doors. A young deputy was driving, and Rudder got out on the rider’s side. “That’s the building right over there,” Mother told him, pointing. Rudder said nothing, blowing right by us. Mother started to follow him, but at the sound of her boots crunching snow, he turned and gave her a stern “stop” motion with one hand, like a surly crossing guard to a precocious grade-school kid. She returned to my side, swinging her arms, mildly disgruntled. “Who’s solved more murders around here?” she asked the air. “Him or me?” The air didn’t reply, but I did. “Maybe you shouldn’t bring that up.”
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