see which way he’d turn.
As sirens grew louder, the front doors opened.
Three FBI agents entered—two women and a man in dark jackets bearing yellow FBI letters. Behind them were a tall, silver-haired man in a gray suit carrying an accordion file marked PELL COUNTY in black, and a keen-eyed woman in a navy pantsuit with a leather portfolio.
Voss straightened his uniform and stepped forward with his hand out, like a man welcoming guests to a barbecue.
“Afternoon, folks. Sheriff Dalton Voss. What can I do for the
