This town had seen more than its share of murder and mayhem over the years-thanks to the Tin Gypsies. I’m too busy enjoying the peace.”Ĭhief Wagner was overjoyed that his press sheets only included infrequent 911 calls, random Saturday-night drunk and disorderlies and the occasional petty theft from a misguided teenager. He chuckled and took another piece of licorice. Clifton Forge is a fairly boring place these days. “Nothing? Not even a tiny morsel you may have forgotten to put in the press sheet?” Just like I didn’t have anything for you two weeks ago. The chief steepled his fingers beneath his chin. As truly riveting as those reports are, I was talking about information a bit more. “Are you going to make me work this hard for all my information?” “What’s the fun in that?” Chief Wagner stuck the candy in his mouth and chomped a huge bite. He chuckled and ripped the package open while I did an inner fist pump. “It looks like a happy smile, but with the mustache, it’s hard to tell.” So today, I’d gone out on a limb at the Gas ’N’ Go and picked up something fruity. He’d been lukewarm toward my treats at best. In my previous visits, I’d brought along Twix, Snickers and M&M’s. He shrugged, staring at the Twizzlers as I set them on his desk and took one of the guest chairs. I reached inside the handbag and retrieved a pack of licorice. “That depends.” His eyes narrowed on my purse, his bushy gray eyebrows coming together.

“You know, I never can tell if that’s a happy smile or an irritated smile when I come here.”

“Morning, Bryce.” He set down the document he’d been reading. “Knock, knock.” I rapped on the open door and stepped inside.

Letters to molly by devney perry