Shamed over his dismissal of the letters to begin with, Sam had grudgingly acknowledged that the positions sometimes intersected, and I was in the best position to know when that was an advantage. In return, I’d sweetly agreed to call him to decide when there was a “situation” looming. Margaret looked tired when she came in. The murder had taken a toll on everyone. We didn’t feel safe in our own county now. “It wouldn’t be a sin, if you took a day off, you know,” I said. “That applies to you too, Lottie.” “I need to keep my mind occupied.” She sighed. “Me too.” She placed her purse behind her desk. I stopped and stretched. “Since we’re here by ourselves, perhaps you can fill me in on some things I’d like to know.” “Like what?” She tensed and curled her fists into tight balls. “Oh, relax. This isn’t a sheriffing question. I just want to know more about The Ladies.
