Lindsay Gold finally made it home and was hoping to have a quiet evening and night after her first day as county sheriff. Thankfully, the day was largely uneventful. All the personnel files were reviewed, notes were taken, and a list of employees she wanted to meet was compiled. So far, it had not been a bad day, and hopefully it would stay that way.
As soon as she walked into her house, she could smell pizza. That meant her husband, Wren, made it home first and decided to make dinner. She walked into the kitchen to find him standing in an apron, with an oven mitt on each hand, facing the oven, looking as if he were ready to battle it.
“Hi, babe. How was your first day back at the department?” he asked without turning around.
“It was good. I read all the employee files. I may need your help with one of my deputies,” she answered.
Wren took the pizzas from the oven and set them on the counter to cool. He walked over to Lindsay and gave her a quick hug and kiss.
“If you need my help, this has got to be bad,” he said with a smile.
Lindsay laughed, “I don’t know if that even describes this situation. Let me start by saying that this deputy is highly trained and very good at what he does. The problem is, he is afraid of every woman on the planet over the age of twelve. He can’t look at them or talk to them face-to-face.”
Wren started laughing. He leaned on the kitchen counter to keep from falling. After a minute of uncontrollable laughing, he finally caught his breath enough to ask a question.
“You are telling me that you have a male deputy who is afraid of women?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. If you want to know, I also have a dominatrix who is my receptionist and day dispatcher,” Lindsay replied. “But I don’t need your help with her. I only need your help with him.”
“Wait…your dispatcher is a what?”
“You heard what I said, sweetie. She doesn’t wear leather to work as far as I know, and even if she does, I’m not going to ask a lot of questions,” Lindsay said.
Wren looked at her and said, “I may tease you about this, but tell me what you need me to do to help. Also, as far as your dispatcher is concerned, you are on your own. I have heard things about her. Don’t worry; they aren’t department-related.”
“How do you know about my dispatcher?” she asked with a smirk. “And when it comes to my deputy, I don’t know yet what we will need to do. He may need more therapy than is even possible. I am meeting with him tomorrow, and I will know more then.”
“I have heard things about her from others. I can promise you that you have nothing to worry about,” Wren said.
Lindsay smiled. “I know. I am going to change clothes real quick, then let’s cut those pizzas. Is Dillon home?”
“He is playing video games right now. I will let him know that supper is ready to eat,” Wren answered.
“Thank you, babe,” Lindsay said.
While Lindsay changed clothes, Wren went to Dillon’s room to interrupt his video games. Dillon was the typical teenage boy. He loved his video games and his movies. Dillon was Wren’s stepson, but Wren never thought of him that way. From the very beginning, he had thought of Dillon as his son and treated him accordingly. Wren knocked on Dillon’s partially closed door.
“Dillon, your mom is home, and the pizza is done,” he told Dillon.
Dillon did not even look up as he said, “Cool, what kind of pizza?”
“Seriously, that is the only question you have?” asked Wren. “You don’t want to know how your mom’s day went back at the department?”
“I do, but I will ask her when I see her,” Dillon answered.
“Look, I know you are not thrilled with her going back to work at the sheriff’s department, but she is really happy about this. Can you try to show a little bit of joy about her being happy?” Wren said.
“I’ll try, but this isn’t going to end well again,” Dillon answered.
“Just be nice at dinner. OK?”
“Fine,” Dillon huffed.
By the time they reached the kitchen, Lindsay had already finished changing and was preparing to cut the pizzas.
“Ma’am, put the knife down and step away from the pizza,” Wren said as he walked up behind her.
She just smiled and followed the instructions. Wren always tried to take care of her, even when she did not need it. That was only one of the many reasons she loved him.
The three of them ate and talked about their respective days as much as possible. While Dillon could tell them everything about his day, but rarely did, Wren and Lindsay had a somewhat different relationship when it came to discussing work. Lindsay did have some restrictions when it came to open cases and victims that she could not disclose. Some cases arose due to the adult entertainment surrounding the military base, which she could discuss with her husband but not with her teenage son, for obvious reasons. On the other hand, Wren could talk about almost nothing involving his job. He could not even tell Lindsay what he did because everything was confidential or classified. This was part of what made their relationship unusual. Unusual or not, for them, it worked perfectly. If one did not volunteer something about their day, the other did not ask.
After they ate, Dillon returned to his video games, and Lindsay and Wren settled in on the couch to watch some evening television. While they were searching for something to watch, there was a knock at the door. They looked at each other as Wren got up to answer the door. When he looked out, he saw a young man wearing a sheriff’s department uniform on the porch.
When Lindsay got home, she was the only one there, which was rare. She walked into the bedroom to change out of her uniform. She turned on the light, and the first thing she saw was her dog, Crook, lying on his back on the bed. When the light came on, he stretched, groaned, put his front paws around his snout, and pulled his head down. She walked over to the bed and scratched him on the head. He finally opened his eyes and wagged his tail.He was not a beautiful dog. He was a scrawny white hound mix. He was born with a strange crook in his tail that, as he had gotten older, made him look like his tail was short with a ball of fur at the end. When he was just a couple of years old, he injured his ear, which, upon healing, became wrinkled and shorter than the other ear. Nevertheless, what he lacked in looks, he made up for in personality and love. Lindsay changed her clothes and then went to the kitchen, closely followed by Crook. He hopped into a chair in the living room by the kitche
“Sheriff, there is a gentleman by the name of Wren here to see you. Would you like me to bring him back?” Cat asked.“Yes, thank you.”Cat returned to the counter before returning with Wren to Lindsay’s office. Wren followed Cat to the door, and she watched him walk into Lindsay’s office with her eyebrow raised before turning and walking back to the front counter. He looked at Lindsay’s desk and shook his head.“Wow. After looking at that desk, I hope you’re not mad at me because I told you to take this job,” Wren said.Lindsay mustered a half-smile. “Of course, I’m not mad at you.” She stood, walked over to him, and gave him a quick kiss. “This is a nice surprise. What are you doing here?”Wren closed the door behind him, then said, “I brought you something that I think you will want to read.” He handed her a file that was worn with age.Lindsay took it and began reading as she walked back to her desk and sat down. It was a report that was written a few years after the military base
“How did that call to Ms. Johnson’s house go last night? I heard it was you and Andy. Why were you with Andy, anyway?” Little Bob fired off without pausing in his work.“How did you know about that call?” Lindsay asked.“I could tell you that it's because I take my job seriously and keep informed about everything so that I can pass it on to you. However, the real reason is that my mother called me this morning. She and Ms. Johnson go to church together. You seem to have made quite the impression on her, and she is hard to impress,” Little Bob answered.“Well, thankfully, she was fine, but something damaged her phone box at the back of her house. As far as why I was with Andy, it was because Andy came to my house yesterday evening. It seems as though Big Bob had told him that if he did not come to talk to me, I would fire him. The call came in while Andy was still at my house. He wasn’t familiar with that area, so I went with him and drove,” Lindsay said. “Is there anything else you wa
Lindsay had started her second day at the department early. She had begun by reviewing all the reports required to be sent to the state every month. As soon as Lindsay started, she realized that the sheriff’s department was behind by several months. She even found a letter from the state informing the previous sheriff of the oversight. Lindsay was now up to her elbows in paperwork, trying to fix the mess. She had also spent a considerable amount of time on the phone, trying to find out how bad things were. They were bad. Far worse than she had anticipated. All of this was making her wonder about the real reason the old sheriff had resigned. That was only a brief thought because, just then, Little Bob walked into her office.He sat in a chair in front of her desk and asked, “Why haven’t you redecorated yet?” He was looking at all of the taxidermies on the walls that no one had had a chance to remove yet.She just looked at him. The look on her face made it clear as to what kind of day
As soon as they got in the car, Andy started it, and Lindsay called the sheriff’s department to let them know they were leaving the area. She asked them to call the phone company for Rita and ensure they knew it was an emergency, and to please repair her phone as soon as possible. That was more than Lindsay needed to do, but she also felt it was the right thing to do. She also gave instructions that she was to be called if Rita called again.The drive back was pleasant and peaceful. It turned out that Andy was a good driver, so she was not nervous riding with him. She had ridden with some who made her want to kiss the ground when the car came to a stop. Lindsay surprisingly found herself enjoying the ride and gazing out the window at the stars. She could not remember the last time she had done either of those things. She was startled when Andy spoke.“Sheriff, you know more about that call we were on than you are saying, don’t you?”Lindsay took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She w
Lindsay’s heart was racing. She had not realized how completely terrified she was. She was thinking about that last call and, at the same time, trying to push it out of her head so she could focus on this one. She still had times when things would flood back about that night and almost overwhelm her. It took weeks, even months, before she could block out what she could remember of it. Now, here she was, right back in the same area where it had happened before, with the same type of call as before.Truthfully, Lindsay was not only dreading this call but also the drive with Deputy Andy Baxter. It would take well over half an hour just to reach the area. That did not account for the additional time required to find the address of the call. It was going to feel like hours. That was not going to help with anything. She hoped and prayed that he would at least be able to answer her when she spoke to him.“Andy, do we have any more information about the call?” she asked.“No, ma’am, not yet,”