sarcastic nod. âYeah, I think so.â
âI notice you didnât tell the sheriff why you wanted him here.â
âAnd I notice that you really donât know how to keep your lip zipped.â
âHow about if I tell you that this is Numb Nutsâs first time doing weed?â Peter asked.
âDonât,â Jeremy commanded.
âWhy not? Itâs the truth.â
Darla tried to see Jeremyâs eyes, but he was busy studying his ankles. His pharmaceutical virginity seemed to be a source of embarrassment.
âWhy today, then?â Darla asked.
Peter answered, âI talked him into it.â He clearly knew that Darla didnât believe a word, so he added, âHim and his old man are at war, okay?â
âShut up, Peter!â The vehemence of Jeremyâs outburst convinced Darla that Peter was dancing perilously close to the truth.
âNo, you shut up,â Peter fired back. Then, to Darla, âLook, Iâm the bad influence, okay? Iâm the druggie. The homeless guy. The perpetual screwup. I figured that he needed a little weed, and I needed a little cover. This arrestâd be my third and a felony, and I figured there was no way they could lock me up and let him go, you know? Hell, the chances of getting caught in the first place are like, what? Nothing in a million? And I thought it was zero that youâd cut paper on the sheriffâs kid.â
âSo you were using him,â Darla concluded.
âWe use each other. I take him places where heâd be afraid to go on his own.â
âYou better keep me cuffed, Deputy,â Jeremy growled. âWhen you let me go, Iâm gonna kill this asshole.â
Peter laughed, but somehow he did it in a way that was free of derision. âHe says that a lot. Fact is, he canât afford to kill me.â
âHowâs that?â Darla asked.
âHis scholarship. Heâs off to UNC next year on a baseball scholarship. Room, board, everything. That kind of shit goes on his recordâor a drug conviction goes on his recordâand heâll be cleaning condos next year instead.â
One look at Jeremy told Darla that she was hearing fact. âSo, why do you do this?â she asked. âWhy would you take the chance?â
âAsk Peter,â Jeremy mumbled. âHe knows all the answers.â
âI want to hear from you.â When Jeremy still wouldnât answer, she turned back to Peter.
âHe hates baseball,â Peter said.
Darla didnât get it. âSo, whyââ
âHe doesnât hate his teeth. Or his bones. All of which Sheriff Daddy is going to break when he gets here.â
Darla tried to figure out the dynamic that was unfolding here. She couldnât tell if Peter was trying to be Jeremyâs friend, or if he was just goading him on. Certainly, he seemed dialed in to the other boyâs secrets. For his part, all Jeremy did was turn red.
Her portable radio broke squelch. âUnit six-oh-oneâs out at the Surfâs Up.â It was Sheriff Hines, and within seconds, Darla heard the sound of his tires crunching gravel. She turned to see the sheriffâs specially outfitted Suburban pulling to a stop. A glance toward Jeremy made her wonder if the young man might pee in his pants.
Frank Hines had been sheriff of Essex County, North Carolina, for twenty-three years, and he carried himself with the arrogant grace of someone who not only enforced the law, but owned it as well. Not especially tall, he was nonetheless a big man, stocky and powerful. He wore his khaki uniform a bit too tight, highlighting a prominent gut that looked solid as stone. She could tell at a glance that he was angry.
âDeputy Sweet,â he said, âin the future, when I ask you what a visit is in regard to, you by Jesus better answer up and tell me.â His voice sounded half an octave too high for the size of his body.
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