Black. He said you even tore up his hotel. Do you need to come back down to the station with me?” “I’m leaving, Sheriff.” Hearing movement off to his right side, Kevin noticed that Carl the manager had made his way back outside to check out the action. “And here’s the money for the television,” he said as he held out fifty dollars. “That set cost me over $100 a few years ago.” Carl replied. “Yeah, right. It’s black and white, analog, and not worth anything in this day and age.” Sheriff Bowman moved forward. “You either pay the man or take a little ride to the station with me.” Reaching back into his pocket, Kevin counted out another fifty dollars, wadded it up and tossed it to Carl. “Can you please move your car now, Sheriff?” “Of course, Mr. Black. Would you like a police escort out of town as well?” “Oh, I’m not leaving town, Sheriff.
