It was large, two stories, white clapboard. Simple, but ample. The grounds around it were still recovering from winter, but I could see a few sprigs of yellow and purple popping up from a bed nl brown earth. We stepped out of the car. The front door opened, and a Y< >rkshire terrier raced down the walk and began snarling at my I shoes. A man appeared in the doorway. "I see you're back, i Sheriff," he said. "Am I going to need a lawyer?" "Only if your dog bites us," Falco said. "At least you'd get to arrest me for something. Come, Tinker," he said to the yippy little hairball. The Yorkie squeaked out two more ferocious barks, then turned and ran back to let filer master know that she had it under control. "Daniel Eeg," EX. said, "this is Detective Mike Lomax from .the-LAPD." "Come on in Detective. I was expecting you. I spotted one i if the Sheriff's boys tailing me this morning. Having written my share of cop shows, I figured he was keeping an eye on me so I didn't skip town before you showed up and put the screws to me.
