The Truth about Tarik Wolf.

Clea's worry dissolved once she laid her eyes on the grinning sheriff. She and Kali had been worried, wondering what could've warranted a visit from the town overseer within hours of their arrival. Clea suspected Inna had something to do with this, and that assumption was soon proved right.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of these beautiful young ladies visit?" His mouth was stretched wide in an almost-scary grin. At least, it seemed genuine.

"We were wondering quite the same thing," Clea said. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? I hope we're not in trouble," she added lightly.

The sheriff feigned surprise. "Trouble? Oh No." He held out his hand for a handshake. "Sheriff Sherlock."

Clea took it. "Clea McEnery."

"Kali Nightingale."

Clea raised a brow at Kali. Nightingale...?

"Beautiful surname," the sheriff commented. If he noticed the weird look Clea gave Kali, he didn't show it.

"Thank you."

They were soon seated in the lounge.

"First of all, let me give you a pro