spoken in Benteen County.
The sheriff unsnapped his holster and pulled his Smith & Wesson. After Simonâs attempt to draw a gun on him, he had no intention of giving Levi the same opportunity. The sheriff flattened his back to the wall beside Mrs. Burtonâs open door. âBenteen County Sheriff! Levi, come out with your hands up!â
No one came. No one answered. The sheriff gathered himself, silently counted down from three, and threw himself inside. As he cleared the door he found himself face to chest with the mountainous Hornbaker boy. That was when his radio squawked.
âEnglishman!â it demanded in a tinny imitation of Judyâs voice. âWhere are the Heathers?â
It surprised the hell out of both the boy and the sheriff. They stood there, exchanging baffled looks, until something heavy popped the sheriff on the head and things went dark and dreamy inside.
***
Judy tried again. âEnglishman! Damn you! Answer me!â
Mrs. Kraus ran the sheriffâs office with an iron hand. Nobody came behind her counter without an invitation. Nobody touched the departmentâs radios without her say so. Nobody strode through her crowded reception room, filled with people demanding to know about a baby murderer on the loose, shoving them aside in single-minded determination to get an answer to her questionâ¦except Judy English.
Mrs. Kraus recognized the look in her eye and got out of the way.
Supervisor Bontrager, back with his followers for more, didnât. He got bumped. Heâd been explaining to folks that Supervisor Hornbaker had already reported from his personal reconnaissance. He had shared knowledge about the case they couldnât release just yet, but that they had things under control. The collision knocked his hat off and Bontrager lost his balance and stepped on it. Bontragerâs blood pressure spiked as he came around the counter and tried to take the radio away from Judy.
âYou just hold on now, Ms. English. Thatâs county property. Not for personal use. And you canât use language like that over the public airways.â
Judy twisted away from his ineffectual grab for the radio.
âEnglishman, damn it! Are you out there? Is anybody?â
Bontrager reached again. âNow see here, missy!â Mrs. Kraus could have told him not to do that, but, deep down, she thought she would enjoy the results more if she didnât interfere.
The radio made Rice Krispy noises as Bontrager got a hand on it, then found Judy Englishâs face right in his. âBontrager, you kumquat. You are a pompous, incompetent, bureaucratic joke. If you donât take your hands off me, Iâll break them.â
Mrs. Kraus smiled a little, even though she knew she could kiss one vote for the budget that might have funded her raise goodbye. That vote had been pretty unlikely anyway. A few of the folks crowding the sheriffâs office nodded in agreement with Judyâs outburst.
Mrs. Kraus didnât have any kids of her own, but she knew you put yourself at risk if you got between a worried mother and her children.
âMr. Supervisor,â Judy continued, backing Bontrager against the counter with the power of her maternal rage. âUnless you can tell me where my daughters are, you will stop bothering me and get out of my way.â
âI donât know whatâs wrong with the radio, Judy,â Mrs. Kraus said. âThe sheriff was about to check on something over to the Sunshine Home, last he called in. That was just minutes ago. Iâm sure he must still be there.â
Judy turned her back on Bontrager. âThe Sunshine Towers?â
âYes maâam.â
âThank you, Mrs. Kraus.â Judy flipped the radio over her shoulder and Mrs. Kraus caught it just before it smacked Bontrager in the face. Judy headed for the exit. Everyone in the room scrambled to clear her a path.
***
âOh, oh!â the Heathers