IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A SITUATION… Wednesday night, October 26 As he rounded the last curve and came in sight of the driveway to Full Circle Farm, Phillip saw a pair of taillights disappearing up the road toward the workshop. With squealing tires and a spray of gravel, he swung his car into the drive. The car ahead of him, a big black SUV, he recognized immediately as belonging to the sheriff’s department. It made a semicircle in front of the workshop and came to a stop, its headlights trained on his vehicle. Phillip braked, leaving his car where it would block the road; cut the engine; and jumped out, keeping his hands visible and away from his body. I think all of Blaine’s folks know me, but just in case this is some skittish new deputy… “It’s Hawkins,” he called out as he stepped forward. “Phillip Hawkins. I asked Sheriff—” “Get in, Hawk.” Mackenzie Blaine cut the headlights and called out from his open window, “I was the only body we could spare. Come on; we’ll ease on up there nice and quiet and just see what’s up.”
