LOGIN“Any idea what he is doing?” Lindsay asked while he was out of the room. Big Bob smiled at her and answered, “I might, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” “Linz, you might be in trouble if these two are working together on something,” Wren said as he began to laugh. Little Bob returned, handed her a file folder, and sat down across from her again. “Go ahead and look. You might be pleasantly surprised by what you find,” Little Bob said, smiling. “You scare me,” Lindsay said as she opened the folder. “Seriously, a personnel file for Isabella Dyatlov. After what I just told you about what the commissioner said?” “Just read it. I am not thinking about full-time. What I am thinking is she could do part-time, fill in when someone is gone, or maybe just reserve,” Little Bob said. “She also has some additional skills that would come in pretty handy around here.” “You’re right, and not only for this department,” she said as she handed Wren the folder. “Take a look, dear. She might b
Wren pulled into the parking lot at the sheriff’s department. When he did, he saw Little Bob standing outside on his phone with his ever-present cup of coffee sitting on top of the trash can beside him. Little Bob saw Wren getting out of his car and hung up his phone, dropping it into his pocket. “Do I want to know why you are out here?” Wren asked him. “No, but one way or another, you’ll find out. Lindsay met with the county commissioners this morning,” Little Bob said. “Why is that so bad? She meets with them regularly,” Wren said, a little confused. “Because this time, Bill Marks and Roy James followed her back over here, and they have been in her office with the door closed for the last, oh…, almost three hours,” Little Bob said as he looked at his watch. Wren raised his eyebrow and replied, “That can’t be good.” “That’s what I figured. That is why I was on the phone with Big Bob. I wanted to give him a heads up that something might be happening,” Little Bob told Wren as he
“What do you mean they aren’t real?” Max asked. “Names, addresses, contact information, everything she had was fake. It was done well, very well, but none of it was real,” Wren told him. “Lindsay does not know that, and I hope she doesn’t find out.” Little Bob warned Wren, “You are playing with fire by not telling her. We all know she’ll find out.” “I know she will, but she can’t find out about things right now. Not until I have more information and can give her some answers,” Wren told him. “Do some of those things include your not-so-savory past? I have noticed that your hands look like you have been beating answers out of people,” Max said to Wren. “There are a lot of things I have not told her. Some of what I have done in the past is part of it. I didn’t think I could tell Lindsay and keep her safe,” Wren told him. “She knows that you do things that you should not. She told me today that you have a different set of rules and to stay out of it,” Little Bob told him. “Whatever
“Come on in,” Max said when he opened the door for Wren. “What is this big emergency? You are cutting into my before-work nap.” “I want to explain things once so you can wait until everyone gets here,” Wren said as he dropped onto Max’s couch. “Sure, I mean, it’s only my house, so why should I know why you want everyone to meet here and who everyone includes?” Max said, dripping with sarcasm. He became serious and asked, “I can tell from the look on your face that this is bad, isn’t it?” “It could be. I don’t know for sure.” “Just the fact that you don’t know is bad.” “Yes, it is. Both Bobs should be here any minute. All three of you need to know what is going on because you may get dragged into this just because you work for her and know me.” “I’m taking a guess here and saying that you mean our magnificent sheriff, Lindsay Gold,” Max said. He saw two patrol cars pull into his driveway and walked over to the door, opening it before the Bobs reached it. “Come on in, gentlemen,
Little Bob put his phone back in his pocket. He looked up at the clear blue sky. The blue made him think of water, which made him think of fishing, and that made him smile. He knew what he needed to do. Go fishing, but right now, he had other things to do. He walked back in and sat down at his desk. “Got your phone calls taken care of?” Cat asked him with a smile. “Yes, ma’am, I did,” Little Bob answered. Just then, his cell phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it, “Hello.” “Change of plans. I will come in and talk to Lindsay, but then I want to meet you at Max’s house at five,” Wren said. “Sure, no problem,” Little Bob answered. “Don’t say anything to anyone, especially Lindsay,” Wren said. “OK.” “I’ll be there in a little while,” Wren said, then hung up. Little Bob put his phone back in his pocket. He looked over at Viktor, who was staring at him. He turned and saw that Cat was doing the same thing. “What is wrong with you two?” Little Bob asked. They d
Little Bob watched Lindsay walk into her office and slam the door. He saw something fly across her office and hit one of the windows before she began closing the blinds in her office. “Did the sheriff throw something, or was that our friend, Pete?” Viktor asked him quietly. “I don’t know. I do not want to go in there, but I need to find out if it was the poltergeist. Wish me luck,” Little Bob said to Viktor. Little Bob stood up and let out a sigh before he walked to Lindsay’s office. He knocked lightly on Lindsay’s door. “Go away, Bob,” Lindsay called out. “I’m not going to do that, and you know it,” he said as he stepped in and closed the door. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked, looking around Lindsay’s office and seeing several stress balls on the floor. “No, Bob, there isn’t,” Lindsay answered. “Does this have anything to do with work?” he asked her. “Not that I know of, but I can’t get a straight answer from anyone, so it might have something to do with work in the fu
Lindsay began to read the report that Max had written. This time, instead of the lawn gnome just jumping on the car, it had charged him and grabbed onto his leg. When it had done that, Max had instinctively kicked, sent it flying into the bushes, and as soon as that happened, Max left the area. Lin
Sheriff Lindsay Gold was in her office, as usual, reading over the reports that had been left on her desk since she had left work the day before. She was getting used to the weirdness that had been taking place in her county since she had taken over as sheriff only months earlier. As she began to r
John Lingerfelt was working in his lab, located in the basement of his house. Since he had met Sheriff Lindsay Gold, he had more and more questions about her. Every time they had met, he had managed to collect something of hers, such as a loose hair or the glass she had drunk from, without her noti
“Because I didn’t want this to happen. You worry about me even when there is nothing to worry about, and I love you for that. It also means if I had told you, not only would you have worried, you would have told the Bobs and Max, and then all of you would have been driving me up the wall. I swear,







