come when the bikers found out about the lawmen arriving. And just like that, Katie wanted to leave. “Maybe he’s just not feeling well.”
“You’ve gone pale.” The sheriff observed, and then he scoffed. “Don’t worry yourself, we can deal with worse than a dodgy barman.”
She didn’t like the way he said that. Dan wasn’t dodgy !
“So, tell us about your circumstances. You’ve managed to avoid the subject all day.”
Nosey! “As you know, I’m the doctor.”
“Yes, but as well as that, you are chief of the town’s community committee and you run the hospital.”
“I inherited the lead status of the committee, yes. But we all have our say. It’s not just me.”
“Yeah, but you’re also the wealthy daughter of the former Mayor of Miller, and the wealthiest citizen in Miller and surrounding areas, by all accounts.”
How dare he! “By whose account, Sheriff? And where is this leading?”
“Oh, don’t worry. We ran a few checks before we took the job. Needed to determine the troublemakers. Any possible… opportunities. You understand?”
She didn’t understand what her wealth had to do with him.
“We’d like to think we—that is, you and us—could be mutually beneficial in some way.”
Katie’s instincts finally went off like fireworks. “Okay…” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “How exactly could that happen, gentlemen?”
The sheriff smirked. It wasn’t pretty. “Just a little… business.”
Katie’s stomach lept up to her throat. Lance had said the law was corrupt—but this? Was she wrong to hope for better?
“You run a hospital,” said Deputy Martin. He raised his eyebrows hoping for the idea to click in Katie’s mind.
She remained nonplussed on the outside, hoping she was mistaken. “Um?”
Junior became impatient. “He means drugs, Doc. We can come to some arrangement about drugs.”
Katie’s fight or flight response kicked in and she actually felt herself jolt.
The sheriff looked at her shocked expression, then at his stupid deputies, and grimaced. “Let me do the talking, dimwits.” Then he tilted his head at Katie. “He means you have ingredients we will need to access and you will get a nice increase in some donation fund, or wherever you’d like the profits to end up.”
Katie couldn’t believe her ears. She’d gotten these guys in to restore law and order to her beloved Miller, and here they were trying to secure a drugs exchange from its doctor.
Katie’s thoughts were disturbed when several rowdy strangers entered the hall and walked—or rather staggered—up to the bar and demanded more to drink. Dan advised them to move on, to go sleep it off somewhere. One guy grabbed a glass of beer out of another patron’s hand, mid-gulp, and threw it at Dan, screaming, “Get me a fucking whiskey, you son of a bitch.”
The room silenced and Katie was grateful only a handful of people were in the bar besides herself and the law. Dan looked over at the sheriff, who seems uninterested in the commotion and continued to stare at Katie.
“I think that’s your cue, Sheriff.” she said, hoping to prompt him to do his job. Surely, he’d have to at least be a sheriff while ripping people of and selling drugs? “Isn’t it your job to deal with his kind of menace?”
“I say what my job is, and I decide when the law needs enforcing. So, you can either work with us or against us, Doc,” He snarled, becoming even uglier. “Which is it?”
The rowdy strangers moved closer to some single women out for a beer and a dance. One thug said, “Hey slut, fancy some decent cock to ride tonight?” And then he was grabbing his crotch. His mates roared with laughter, clearly enjoying their intimidation.
The women attempted to ignore them, but the drunks just kept on. One of them, tall and red-faced, said, “Hey, come ‘ere. Let me eat your
“You’ve gone pale.” The sheriff observed, and then he scoffed. “Don’t worry yourself, we can deal with worse than a dodgy barman.”
She didn’t like the way he said that. Dan wasn’t dodgy !
“So, tell us about your circumstances. You’ve managed to avoid the subject all day.”
Nosey! “As you know, I’m the doctor.”
“Yes, but as well as that, you are chief of the town’s community committee and you run the hospital.”
“I inherited the lead status of the committee, yes. But we all have our say. It’s not just me.”
“Yeah, but you’re also the wealthy daughter of the former Mayor of Miller, and the wealthiest citizen in Miller and surrounding areas, by all accounts.”
How dare he! “By whose account, Sheriff? And where is this leading?”
“Oh, don’t worry. We ran a few checks before we took the job. Needed to determine the troublemakers. Any possible… opportunities. You understand?”
She didn’t understand what her wealth had to do with him.
“We’d like to think we—that is, you and us—could be mutually beneficial in some way.”
Katie’s instincts finally went off like fireworks. “Okay…” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “How exactly could that happen, gentlemen?”
The sheriff smirked. It wasn’t pretty. “Just a little… business.”
Katie’s stomach lept up to her throat. Lance had said the law was corrupt—but this? Was she wrong to hope for better?
“You run a hospital,” said Deputy Martin. He raised his eyebrows hoping for the idea to click in Katie’s mind.
She remained nonplussed on the outside, hoping she was mistaken. “Um?”
Junior became impatient. “He means drugs, Doc. We can come to some arrangement about drugs.”
Katie’s fight or flight response kicked in and she actually felt herself jolt.
The sheriff looked at her shocked expression, then at his stupid deputies, and grimaced. “Let me do the talking, dimwits.” Then he tilted his head at Katie. “He means you have ingredients we will need to access and you will get a nice increase in some donation fund, or wherever you’d like the profits to end up.”
Katie couldn’t believe her ears. She’d gotten these guys in to restore law and order to her beloved Miller, and here they were trying to secure a drugs exchange from its doctor.
Katie’s thoughts were disturbed when several rowdy strangers entered the hall and walked—or rather staggered—up to the bar and demanded more to drink. Dan advised them to move on, to go sleep it off somewhere. One guy grabbed a glass of beer out of another patron’s hand, mid-gulp, and threw it at Dan, screaming, “Get me a fucking whiskey, you son of a bitch.”
The room silenced and Katie was grateful only a handful of people were in the bar besides herself and the law. Dan looked over at the sheriff, who seems uninterested in the commotion and continued to stare at Katie.
“I think that’s your cue, Sheriff.” she said, hoping to prompt him to do his job. Surely, he’d have to at least be a sheriff while ripping people of and selling drugs? “Isn’t it your job to deal with his kind of menace?”
“I say what my job is, and I decide when the law needs enforcing. So, you can either work with us or against us, Doc,” He snarled, becoming even uglier. “Which is it?”
The rowdy strangers moved closer to some single women out for a beer and a dance. One thug said, “Hey slut, fancy some decent cock to ride tonight?” And then he was grabbing his crotch. His mates roared with laughter, clearly enjoying their intimidation.
The women attempted to ignore them, but the drunks just kept on. One of them, tall and red-faced, said, “Hey, come ‘ere. Let me eat your
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