Chapter 3

Leaning against a police cruiser were the Three Stooges. Surely there was no need for all three of them. And why on earth did they come here so early in the morning. I looked down at Sam, who let out a little whimper.

Sheriff Dearborn was the first to see me and took a step toward us, as we emerged from the woods.

“Out for a walk this morning, Sookie? Dog sitting?”

“You could say that.” Continue reading