W. was already waiting in the sheriff’s office when Miranda got there. The office door was open and they could see her coming. Both men stood up as she walked in. “Don’t bother,” she snapped. “I don’t give a damn about chivalry right now.” “You may not care,” G.W. said gently, “but fellas like us can’t just forget the way we were raised.” “Sorry,” Miranda muttered. “I didn’t mean to sound rude.” She fixed Jacobs with a cold stare. “But I’m a little surprised at you, sheriff, doing the Feds’ dirty work for them.” “I didn’t have a choice,” Jacobs said. “Somebody files a complaint with my department, I have to act on it. That fella Grayson is just like any other citizen, as far as the law is concerned.” “Sure,” Miranda said, but the scorn in her voice made it clear that she didn’t really agree. The sheriff’s face reddened in response. Miranda warned herself to rein it in a little. Bottom line, getting Bill Jacobs mad wouldn’t really help Kyle’s cause.
