Chapter 13

“Well now, Sheriff, to what do we owe the honor?” Mrs. Peters asked with a delighted smile. “Come in,come in, you’re letting all the heat out,” she instantly added.

Once inside, Mick introduced Wynn. She led them into the kitchen, where the yeasty smell of rising bread gave testament to what she’d been doing. After offering coffee and pouring some when they accepted, she again asked why they were there.

“I, well we, need your help,” Mick told her. “We want to borrow your cabin for a few days.”

“Oh really?” She looked between them and grinned wickedly.

“Not for that. God, Margo.” Mick came close to blushing, his ears turning a pale red, much to Wynn’s amusement. Taking a deep breath, he said, “For reasons I’m not at liberty to reveal, we need a good place to hide Wynn for a while. And before you ask, it’s all legal or I wouldn’t be involved.”