sorry, Sheriff, but I thought that discretion might be the order of the day on this one.â
Hinesâs scowl transformed from a mask of curiosity to one of fury. He saw his son on the ground in the classic pose of a perp under arrest, and then shifted his white-hot eyes to his deputy. âSpeak,â he said.
âThey were doing drugs.â Darla said the words as quickly as possible, with the intent of knocking the sheriff off balance. âSmoking weed. That one over there started running his mouth, and here we are.â
Sheriff Frank Hines worked his jaw muscles hard. His gaze shifted to Peter Banks, whose face showed only contempt. There was history here that Darla didnât comprehend, but clearly the animosity ran deep between these two.
Without a word, Sheriff Hines moved toward Peter. As he closed to within two feet, he unleashed a brutal kick to the boyâs thigh. Peter howled and rolled to his side, struggling, with his hands tethered behind him, to rise to his feet. A second kick had to break some ribs.
âJesus, Sheriff!â Darla shouted. Jeremy winced at the sight and looked away.
âStay outta this, Deputy,â Hines growled. Then, to Peter: âI thought I told you to stay the hell away from my boy.â A third kick was more like a shove with the sole of his shoe. Peter landed on his face, then curled up in a protective ball, sputtering and choking in search of a breath.
The sheriff turned to his son. âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â
Jeremy looked away.
âTalk to me, boy, before I break every tooth in your head.â
Darla stepped forward, tried to get between them. âCome on, Sheriff, letâs notââ
Hines froze her in her tracks with a forefinger aimed at her nose. His thumb was up, forming what looked like a pretend gun. âYouâve done your job,â he said. âI can take it from here. This is a family affair.â
Hines lifted his son by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Jeremy had to move quickly to keep his scalp from being torn from his skull.
âI asked you a question, boy. What the hell were you thinking, doing drugs in my county?â
âI wasnât thinking at all, sir.â Jeremyâs answer had monotonous quality of a memorized rejoinder.
Hines glared, as if trying to set the boy afire with his eyes. Then, his head turned, and he again focused on Peter. âIs this your doing, Peter?â
Peter didnât attempt to respond, struggling instead for his next breath.
âIâm calling for an ambulance,â Darla said, reaching for her radio.
âNo, youâre not,â the sheriff said.
âBut he canât breathe.â
âHeâs okay,â the sheriff said. âHe just had the wind knocked out of him.â He turned to Peter. âAinât that right, son?â
Peter managed a nod.
âSee? What did I tell you?â
âYou canât beat these boys, Sheriff,â Darla said, trying to keep the tone of her voice steady.
Hines was trembling, his face red and hot. âDeputy Sweet, I want you to get in your cruiser and clear this scene immediately.â
She stood her ground. âNo, I donât believe Iâll do that,â she said. âI believe Iâll stick around here as a witness.â
The sheriffâs eyes narrowed. âThat wasnât a request, Deputy. Iâm ordering you to clear this scene.â
âAnd Iâm telling you, Iâm not going anywhere as long as youâre this angry. If you want me to call the state police for backup, I can do that, too.â
Sheriff Hines pivoted to face her full-on, his posture mimicking hers. âAre you disobeying a direct order, Deputy Sweet?â
Behind the sheriff, Peter caught his breath and worked himself back up to his knees, where he could watch the exchange between the cops. Jeremyâs countenance had frozen itself into a giant O.
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