Dillinger Johnny Depp Novels & Stories

Sheriff Jax Harlan. Lila’s stomach flipped before she even saw his face. Everybody knew Sheriff Harlan. Six-four, built like he split wood for fun, salt-and-pepper beard, and a voice that sounded like gravel soaked in whiskey. He stepped out slow, boots crunching on the gravel shoulder. His tan uniform stretched tight across his chest and shoulders. “Little girl,” he drawled, leaning one thick forearm on her open window. “You got my radar gun again?” She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir. Just doing my shift.”