PART 2 OF 15
THE SHERIFF KNEW MY NAME
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The lead deputy was in his late fifties. Heavy jaw. Silver hair. Tan uniform stretched over a body that had once been athletic and had since become comfortable.
The name plate above his pocket read HARLAN.
Sheriff Harlan looked around.
Six bikers injured.
Me kneeling.
Rex against the wall.
Then he looked at Butch.
Something passed between them.
It lasted less than a second.
But I saw it.
Recognition.