prong on a Saturday night. Question is, did the sheriff know?â
âOr anyone else in town?â I added.
âNo.â
âNobody ever mentioned or noticed your frequent and regular trips to Atlanta? Some high-ranking county official like the sheriff didnât stumble into the bar one night, catch you, and threaten to expose you?â
I tried watching his eyes as he answered.
âNobody I knew ever showed up. I made money, thatâs all.â
âSheriff didnât get suspicious that you were living beyond your means?â I asked.
âI put the money into an account in a bank in Savannah. I havenât spent any of it yet. Iâll use it to buy a decent house when I get married.â
âPeople will wonder how you could afford it,â Violet said.
âMaybe I donât plan to live in this town forever.â
Violet drove onto the interstate toward Atlanta. Cody stared out the window at the scenery for several minutes.
âTell me about the sheriff,â I said.
âI know you want to try and save your ass,â Cody said, âbut I think you killed him.â
I sighed. âIâm working from the accurate premise that I didnât and I need information. Arenât you at least concerned with justice in this? You dance in a gay nightclub, you canât be as prejudiced as a lot of these people.â
âFaggots are pathetic. Pawing at me. Hoping for a little hug back. Itâs disgusting.â
âHow nice they tip you,â I said.
âYeah, well.â
âWeâll keep your pretty face and your prejudices out of the paper if you talk. If not, we may or may not believe you about being straight, but Burr County is going to think youâve gone over to the minions of Satan, no matter what the truth is.â
He placed his fists against the dashboard and stretched his arms straight. Then he twined his fingers together and cracked his knuckles one by one.
Finally he said, âSheriff didnât tell his deputies a lot of secrets. Burr County Sheriffâs Department runs pretty much like any other small county. We give out traffic tickets, keep teenage rowdiness to a minimum, hassle with domestic disturbances, deal with break-ins and burglaries. County fair is kind of work for a week each year. Weâve got ten guys full-time, with two black guys to handle crime in the black community. Sheriff goes around with them around election time asking for votes.â
âThat still happens?â I asked.
They both glanced back at me. âYou got a better solution?â Cody asked. âYou want white cops going into the black community to make an arrest?â
âGood to know white cops are afraid of something.â
âIt isnât fear. Itâs just sensible.â
I decided not to debate police-department procedures in the South.
âTell me about the sheriff.â
âOkay to work for. Like any boss, he had his good days and bad.â
âWhat about the bad days?â
âHe might chew your ass out for doing something stupid, but if you did your job, he was okay.â
âAnybody in the department that he particularly didnât like?â
âNope. Everybody sort of got along.â
âHow about in town?â
âTownâs pretty peaceful.â
âCome on,â I said. âMan like that has to have enemies. Who were the tough cases in town? People who had grievances against him.â
âWell, we got Jasper Williams. Heâs sort of the town nut.â
âGod, yes,â Violet said. âHe is one crazy bastard.â
âHow so?â
Cody said, âHeâs sort of one of them skinhead Nazi types. Heâs never been to Germany but wants to go real bad. He hates Jews, blacks, and faggots.â
âHeâs not in the Klan?â I asked.
âHeâs too nuts even for them,â Cody said. âHe lives about a third of the way into Thomas
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