The only parts of her sheriff’s uniform she had were her tan Stetson, jacket, badge, and gun. Two other sheriff vehicles pulled up and parked on the street. The body lying next to a brown Tahoe with the Texas Star painted on the door brought her up short. “Do you have any idea of what happened?” Tilly cleared his throat. “The call came in as I was headed to the station this morning. When I saw Wyatt’s truck at the diner, I stopped, knowing he’d want to know.” Wyatt parked his truck next to the curb behind a sports car. The driver stopped Wyatt and spoke, but Dawn couldn’t hear the exchange. Wyatt pointed down the street and the driver pulled away and headed toward town. Dawn frowned as she noticed other cars stopped along the wide street and the drivers gawking at the scene. As Wyatt approached Dawn, she looked at the two deputies stopping to stare at the body.
