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No!” Martin said
firmly.
    Yvonne turned to Andrew as the office
door slammed shut. “What have you done this time?”
    Andrew smiled innocently. “You have
nothing on me.”
    “I don’t believe you. Anything that
goes wrong’s your fault. Ask the sheriff, he’ll tell
you.”
    Andrew laughed softly. “You’ve got
nothing on me. He’s just cranky from last night’s heavy drinking. I
bet you anything.”
    “ Do you think I should
take him a peace offering?” Yvonne offered.
    “ Try or else we’ll have
hell again today.”
    Yvonne said nothing, she only looked
thoughtfully at the coffee machine and then at Martin’s door. She
bit on her lower lip and got up slowly and cautiously.
    “ If all hell breaks loose
in there I expect you the rescue me. If you don’t I’ll blame
whatever on you.” Yvonne warned.
    Without a further word she collected
painkillers from the drawer and strong black coffee. Andrew winked
and shooed her on.
    Yvonne walked into Martin’s office
closing the door behind her. She placed the cup of coffee on the
desk and held her hand out to Martin. After a few moments of
silence he extended his hand. His facial expression didn’t change.
He seemed lost, worried and even scared. She dropped the
painkillers into his open hand and withdrew hers without a
word.
    Martin’s red sagging eyes looked back
from behind his sunglasses. It was clear he had too much gin last
night. His hair looked ragged and uncombed. His body was heavy and
sluggish. Nothing impressed him as he still seemed
distant.
    “Sheriff, I hope you’ll consider
talking to someone. I can’t stand seeing you like this.” Yvonne
started in a gentle voice.
    Martin looked up dazed. “Are you part
of the care gang too?”
    “ We’re worried about you
sheriff.”
    Martin looked up coldly and heartless.
“You and who, Andrew, yes he’d put you up to this, didn’t
he?”
    “ I feel like I’m
witnessing a murder.”
    Martin turned pale, faint and his
voice scratched that you might think he was choking. “What do you
mean?”
    Yvonne stepped back slightly. “I mean
I’m watching you killing yourself and worst, you’re torturing
yourself.”
    “ As if you care from the
bottom of your heart, spare me. Thanks for the concern, it's noted.
Tell Andrew I want to see him.”
    Martin swung around in his chair with
his coffee in hand. He raised the blinds mid-window. He remained
still staring out of the window. People were walking up and down
the sidewalk. Everyone was looking as if they were looking through
him, seeing his guild. Martin didn’t hear the door opening or
closing. His attention held on the street.
    A woman appeared from the shop next
door. She looked and walked like Janet. Her long black hair flowed
in the breeze, her posture was perfect. Seconds later a little boy
skipped behind her, with hands filled with party balloons, his hair
shimmered in the sun. He reached his mother and grabbed her hand,
both looked up at Martin, their smiles turned to a grin, fingers
pointed and eyes stared cold and sharp. Martin turned icy cold and
numb.
    Martin mumbled harder then he would’ve
liked. ‘They’re coming for me.’
    “ Who's coming?” Andrew
asked suddenly.
    Martin glanced out of the window and
saw nothing. With a deep breath he turned his attention to Andrew.
“I don’t have time for guessing games. You’re not making any sense,
what are you talking about?” He picked up a pile of files from the
desk.
    Andrew shook his head confused.
“Nothing I just…Never mind you wanted to see me?”
    “ These are active cases, a
small accident, drunken brawls and a shoplifting, nothing too
serious that needs your immediate attention.”
    Andrew took the files slowly. “Are you
taking time off?”
    “ Pay attention. These
closed files need filing. Did you find the child?” Martin
snapped.
    “ No. I believe the sound
came from a bird or night creature. We searched the forest and
found nothing. We also heard what we thought was