Fraidy Hole: A Sheriff Lester P. Morrison Novel - Plot & Excerpts
“Harley, what person in his right mind would be calling me this time of night?” The dog didn’t move. “Sheriff Lester P. Morrison here,” Lester said with a sigh, swinging his feet to the floor and dreading what was probably coming next. “It’s Nelda, Sheriff, you know, from dispatch.” “My gawd, Nelda, don’t you ever sleep?” “I work the night shift, Sheriff, just like I’ve done for over a year now. I sleep in the daytime, when I can that is. Now hush up and listen.” “Go ahead if you must. Jesus.” “There’s been a wreck. A one car accident out on Highway 287 about ten miles southwest of Conrad. Another driver called it in.” “Nelda, I’m sure sorry to hear that, but why are you disturbing my beauty sleep? That’s a job for the Highway Patrol.” “I know that and I called them first. But they’re dealing with two other wrecks right now, one of ‘em an overturned semi that’s leaking some kind of flammable all over the road.
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