Matt Brumley studied the gold star glittering high on a taut, brown uniform. “Merson County,” he said. “This is Harris County, Sheriff—” His gaze shifted left to a name badge. “Sims.” Sheriff Sims stood in the doorway of Matt’s apartment with hands on her hips, maybe thirty-five and maybe not, maybe five ten, heavily boned, fat free, probably skilled in martial arts. Before dropping his gaze to the badge or thereabouts, Matt had noticed a round face and droopy scowl framed by chin-length, ebony hair. The sheriff said, “Bill Dexter said you’d get technical about jurisdiction.” Now Matt probed her
Scrapping Albatross
