Jack was quiet, just standing there on the phone, breathing, listening to the dogs rummage through the garbage.

Finally, the other voice spoke again. “Sheriff, you comin’?”

“Don’t call me sheriff, Mike.” He took another deep breath, “Yeah, I’m comin’. I’ll call when I get close.”

“Okay, Sheriff. You’ll see the circus once you cross the bridge.” Mike hung up the phone before he could correct him again.

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