Sheriff Mitch Arrives At Lakehouse
A county SUV rolled up beside the woodshed, and a tall man in a khaki shirt stepped out, radio hissing softly.
He introduced himself as Sheriff Mitch and offered a firm handshake on the porch before asking where we could sit.
I showed him the manila envelope and the blue folder, and we moved to the dining table under the fan.
He set a small recorder down, asked permission to record, and clicked it on. I placed the thumb drive between us and opened my notes to the timeline.