The two old women sitting across from me were studies in dignity. They held their gray heads up high. I didn’t want to burst their bubble, but I didn’t have a good heart. My heart had been shattered the day my parents died. Since I’d quit the sheriff ’s department, I had done some odd jobs for some folks in the counties, earning a reputation as a man who could help you on the down low. Do things the cops couldn’t or wouldn’t do.
