Page 21 of Property of Bigfoot
At least Bobby had some common sense.
“We need to leave. I’m not comfortable with rattlers committing home invasions.”
I hung up my cell. “Me either, sister.”
“What was that about?”
“Campers heard the gun and got worried. I think we’ll lose at least one, if not both of our current campers.”
“Well, hell, I hate to say this, but it might be for the best if we have a snake problem,” He tipped his head toward the body on my floor.
“Yep.”
Blue lights flashed outside my cabin and my heart rate kicked back into overdrive. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Who the fuck called the cops?”
“I don’t know but stay calm and remember that you do not have to let them in without a warrant.”
“Good to know, since there’s a fucking dead man on my floor,” I whisper-hissed back to my uncle.
“Use my shot to shit blanket and cover him up or something.”
Uncle Brady gave me a look that said if the sheriff saw a bloody blanket on the floor, he would definitely ask questions, but whatever. It made me feel marginally better about shit to not have to look at the asshole assassin.
I moved to my door and quickly took a step outside and closed the door behind me again. “Evening, officer.”
“Sheriff,” he corrected.
Dick!
“What can I do for you?”
He craned his neck around, as if trying to look to see what I was hiding. “I came by to check in with you about the accident again. It felt like there was something you left out of your statement.”
“Nope. What I said is exactly what happened. This is kind of a weird time to be out taking witness statements for a vehicular accident when a statement was already made isn’t it?” I questioned.
“I had other things to handle throughout the day. We get to things when we can.”
“Uh-huh. Well, I have nothing to add to my statement.”
“That may be, but I have questions to ask. Follow up, you see. Why don’t we go inside and get comfortable?”
“No.”
“What do you mean, ‘No’?” I could see by the tension in his shoulders and face that he was about to lose his temper, but that didn’t stop me from getting downright sarcastic and rude with him.
“Well, ‘no’ is a two-letter word consisting of the letters ’N’ and ‘O’. It signifies the lack of consent to do a thing that is asked of a person. Since I already gave my statement, I have nothing else to add and I certainly am not inviting you into my home.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I don’t like you and I don’t have to,” I told him.
“Now, you listen here…”
I shook my head. “No, you listen, Sheriff Estes. You’re on my land, demanding entry to my house, and I am relatively certain you do not have a warrant to be in either place. You could have called and told me to come on down to the station and give a better statement, during normal hours, but you didn’t. You came here at dusk,” I pointed down to my pajamas, “when I was about to go to sleep because I’m exhausted from studying for upcoming exams, and you want to question me about something I have nothing more to add to. Did you catch the trucker who almost killed that man?”
“No, we’re still unsure who the trucker was.”
“Right. So, you haven’t even done your job that well, and you want to come here and see if I can do it for you?”
