Richard got out first.
Then Evelyn.
Then Chloe.
No Vance.
Of course not.
Chloe froze when she saw the bags.
Confusion became anger, then fear.
“What is this?” she said.
I didn’t answer.
Richard moved toward the house.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
Same question.
Different ending.
The sheriff stepped in.
“Sir,” he said calmly. “I’m going to need you to stop right there.”
Richard kept moving another step.
“I’m not stopping on my own property,” he snapped.
The sheriff remained calm.
“Actually,” he said, taking out a document. “
