"You okay?" Sarah's freckles stood out against her pale skin. "Yeah, fine. But I think this would be a good time to take a quick break and leave you to your cop stuff. Autopsies and killer signatures aren't exactly my area of expertise." She walked away. Steady, he noted with relief. He should have thought before tossing those pictures around. The chief waited until she'd rounded the corner, then spoke. "I didn't want to say anything in front of her, but I think one of our questions is answered. The rat I've been smelling might have come to light." Both men leaned forward. "You've heard the rumors about the jail going private, right?" "Yes," Randy and Kovak said, almost in unison. "It's true. And it turns out that one of our esteemed town council members is not only involved, but stands to reap a small fortune if the deal goes through. One of the stumbling blocks was that they can't fire the deputies who work the jail." "So you and Eldridge actually got it right the other day," Randy said.
