The convoy halted along the main street. A few people peeked at them out of their windows or spared the soldiery nervous glances as they passed by. Amy rested her head against the steering wheel, trying to catch her breath. “C’mon…wake up.” Amy whispered as she gently rapped the rim of her Kevlar on the wheel. “Wake up…wake up…you’re going to wake up safe in your bed any minute now.” A knock on the window startled her. “C’mon, Zoomie.” said Sergeant Barnes. A strange little smile tugged at the corner of the big black man’s mouth. “LT wants us to meet with the mayor and the sheriff.” Frays followed the two men up the stairs. The sheriff’s office was the same maelstrom it had been when she left it a few hours ago. Sheriff Yates waved the three of them towards a room in the back of the stationhouse. The building’s air conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat outside as Amy dodged between the cops and civilians between her and the conference room.
