THE SHERIFF DIDN’T COME TO ARREST ME… HE CAME BECAUSE OF WHO THE OLD MAN REALLY WAS.”

and a gold watch probably worth more than my truck.

Behind him stood several people in business attire.

Lawyers.

Security.

Staff.

The old man smiled the second he saw me.

“There he is,” he said warmly.

I stared at him.

“What is this?”

The sheriff finally answered.

“Evan… this is Walter Grayson.”

The name hit instantly.

Everybody in the county knew it.

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