The conversation had not gone well. Cole had first called the Sheriff’s Department and then her brothers. Red’s men were already outside looking around. Miles and Marshall were in Lexington and would get here soon. Ugh, a safety lecture from Cole, and then her brothers. As if an FBI agent wasn’t enough, her brothers' years of military intelligence were going to be even worse. It was bad enough when they were kids. But then the U.S. went and trained them to interrogate terrorists. This was really going to suck. “Paige, did you hear what I said?” “Hmm?” Paige snapped her focus back onto the irate Cole. 'Wait a minute' she thought. She watched him a couple seconds more as he ran his hand through his dark hair, pacing back and forth. He wasn’t irate. He was worried. “Agent Parker! We found some shoe tracks in the mud of the flower beds under the downstairs windows out back.” Deputy Smalls reported. Smalls was around six-seven and a good three hundred and fifty pounds. So, the obvious nickname in Keeneston was Smalls.
