who took the badge off Voss’s chest. She held out her hand and waited, and after a long pause, he unpinned it himself and put it in her palm.
“Sheriff Voss,” she said, “you’re free to go. But you’re not to have contact with any witness in this investigation, including Deputy Miller. Do you understand?”
Voss stared at Miller across booking, no longer furious. He looked like a man whose twelve years of unchecked power had been challenged by a twenty-five-year-old carrying a dollar notebook.
Then his gaze shifted toward
