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George watched as the county attorney's face shifted from an expression of irritation to one of relief. "Mike" had concluded that he could talk his way out of his predicament. With an implied lie, he asked in a cagey voice, "I'm not aware of any pending messes. What case are you referring to?"
In answer, the sheriff slid Courtney's medical report across the desk. The County Attorney began reading, each page draining another shade from his face. George could see his lips moving slightly and got the impression he was muttering shit, shit, shit. With much less confidence, he looked up and tried to regain the sheriff's cooperation, "How did you get this? I have the only copy of her medical file, so this can't be..." Then realizing that he wasn't improving his position, he changed tactics, "Listen sheriff, all we need to do is to hang on until 1:00 o'clock and the whole thing will blow over. She's going to confess."
In George's mind, something clicked. In panic, he grabbed his phone and hit redial. The sheriff held up his hand to forestall Mike and picked up his cell. Sheriff, we're in trouble. All hell is going to descend on this town if we don't move fast. Put the County Attorney in a holding cell and come in here so I can explain. I think you need to get Judge Adams to join us."
Without a word or sign, the sheriff somehow alerted the deputy who opened the door almost before George had finished. The deputy didn't hesitate, he just grabbed Mike by one arm slapping the cuffs on without wasted motion, lifted and shoved the arm he was holding to spin Mike around and then grabbed Mike's other arm pulling it behind his back and into the other cuff.
Knowing that George was watching, the sheriff didn't bother to say good bye. He simply flashed his cell and started punching a new number. Without hesitating, George did the same.
"Nurse Hastings, we have a major emergency and need you in the sheriff's office as soon as you can get here. Please hurry."
Without realizing it, George was humming a tune to express his worry;
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray
You never know dear how much I love you
Please, oh please don't take my sunshine away
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