Mag-log inMax and Lindsay looked at each other and laughed, then Max explained. “The former sheriff, whom your lovely wife took over for, would not ask for a cup of coffee. He would demand that one of us bring it to him. After a while, several people got tired of it and started spitting in it every time he ordered it. On the flip side, your lovely wife, our new illustrious sheriff, has never asked one of us to bring her coffee unless there was a reason. That reason is usually being up to her eyeballs in work and not sleeping for three days. She is one of us and doesn’t ask us to do anything that she isn’t willing to do herself. We also know that if something happens, she has our backs and will defend us if needed. For that, we will always bring her coffee without her needing to ask and most likely never spit in it, unlike her predecessor.” “That explains a lot about all of you and the last sheriff,” Wren said as he took a drink of his coffee. “It does, but yours, I spit in a few times for add
They sat and watched the lights continue to move among the trees. Most of the movements were slow and cautious, but occasionally, one would suddenly dart in a direction and jerk to a stop. Two more times, a light went into the air and came back down, cutting a tree down when it did. Finally, after about thirty minutes, she saw several vehicles coming up behind them. The lead vehicle stopped directly behind them, and they watched someone get out and walk toward Max’s window. “I’m sorry, but we need you to leave the area, deputy,” the soldier said to Max after he had lowered his car window. “Yes, sir, we were only following Agent Gold’s instructions to stay and observe until you arrived,” Max answered. “We?” The soldier questioned as he looked into the passenger seat and saw Lindsay. “Sheriff Gold, ma’am, I wasn’t aware you were here. I apologize for my abruptness.” “No worries, we are quite happy to leave this to you,” Lindsay told him. Max pulled into a driveway across from wher
He opened the department door and held it for Lindsay. When they reached his car, Max opened the car door for her. She just stopped and looked at the door, then at him. “Don’t give me that look. I know Margaret has been mean to you, so I am trying to be nice to you. Now get in the car,” Max told her. Lindsay just laughed, shook her head, and did as she was told. Max always knew how to make her laugh, and when she needed it.Max got in, pulled the car out of the parking lot, and headed toward the address Hanna had given him. He had been driving for several minutes before he said anything. “How bad has she been to you this time?” Max asked. “The first thing she said to me was that my face was disgusting, and I needed to cover it with either makeup or a bag. It has gone downhill from there,” Lindsay told him. “Wow, that is cold even for her. Now I understand why you are here this early. Don’t take this offer as anything inappropriate. I mean it as your best friend and adopted brothe
It was Monday morning, and Lindsay was pulling her car into the parking lot at the sheriff’s department. She looked at her watch and saw that it was not even 6 a.m. yet, over two hours early for her scheduled workday. It had been a night when Lindsay could not sleep, so she had decided to go to work early rather than deal with her mother-in-law. She braced herself for the questions about why she was at work so early. She also knew that Max was working, and he would understand. Max had met Margaret Gold before and had been subjected to her wrath when he had. “Morning, Hanna,” Lindsay said as she strolled into the department. “Good morning, Sheriff. Is something wrong? You are here very early this morning,” Hanna said, slightly confused and concerned. “I don’t know that there are words to describe my current situation or feelings. All I can say is that there is definitely something that is not right. I will most likely be here early and leaving late until further notice,” Lindsay tol
“Linz, we’re here,” Wren called out as soon as he opened the door.“Hi, sweetie. Mrs. Gold, how was your flight?” Lindsay asked as she stood up and walked toward the door.“It was fine,” Margaret answered, then looked at Lindsay. “That thing on your face is disgusting! Why have you not tried to cover it with something? Makeup, a bag, anything really would be an improvement.”“I will try to cover it in a few minutes. It must have gotten worse since I last looked at it. Mrs. Gold, I would like you to meet a friend of ours. This is John Lingerfelt,” Lindsay said as she introduced them. “John, this is Wren’s mother, Margaret Gold.”“It is a pleasure,” John said to Margaret with a polite nod of his head.“That remains to be seen,” Margaret answered him curtly. “In which room are you putting me? I would like to put my things away,” she said to Wren.“I will show you to your room right now, mother,” Wren answered Margaret, shooting a look to Lindsay and John that showed he was already becomi
Wren had picked up his mother at the airport, and he was happy they were almost to his house. It would only be a matter of minutes before he pulled into the driveway and would have the ability to be out of the car and away from her for a moment. The drive had been almost three hours of silence, broken only by his mother’s complaints and snide remarks. Every complaint had somehow turned into a jab at his wife. He was beginning to wonder if he should turn around, take her back to the airport, and send her home. He also knew that if he did, his mother would somehow turn that into Lindsay’s fault as well. Her visit had just begun, and he already wanted it to be over and his mother to be on her way home.“Mother, is there anything you would like to do while you are here?” he asked his mother politely.“No, and even if there were, I’m sure your wife would find a way to ruin it for me anyway,” Margaret Gold answered.“Mother, Lindsay would not ruin it. She wants you to enjoy yourself while
Lindsay did not even finish reading the report; she closed it and pushed it across the desk toward Wren. She looked at him and could see in his eyes that what she and the department were dealing with bothered him. “Sweetheart, I know you can’t tell me about all of this,” she said as she motioned t
When they reached where Lindsay was sitting, the little creature looked up at them and waved as if it had been trained. They could see that it had blue eyes, almost the color of the ocean. It slowly walked upright to Wren, touched him on the leg with one hand, and held up the other, almost as if it
Wren made the call to his special team and gave them the location. Then they sat in the car and watched as the little creature floated in the air currents above the creek in the valley where they were. As they watched, it began to do what looked like little somersaults in the air. They could tell t
They got into Lindsay’s car and began the drive. As they traveled, they started discussing plans to renovate and redecorate part of their house. They talked about other things as Lindsay drove, but then Lindsay had to ask a question.“Wren, I have to know something. Could this really be some kind o







