hot.
Miller faced the sheriff’s office. His voice shook.
“Sir,” he called. “Sir, you need to come out here. Right now.”
Voss came out of his office with an irritated scowl, ready to chew somebody out.
Then he saw the credential case in Miller’s trembling hand.
His face changed so fast that even the deputies standing next to him noticed. The swagger went out of his shoulders.
“That’s impossible,” he muttered. He seized the identification and examined both sides under the lights, as though hunting for proof it was fake.
