The Law of Three
That's where they still comes in.
Morgana scratched her head…any minute.
"And do you know how to set up a still?"
"I sure do. If my memory needs refreshing I could probably look it up on the Internet. The Internet can tell ya how to do anything."
Why was Flinch still listening to Kate's hogwash? Morgana knew he was a gentleman and all, but— The kettle whistled.
As soon as she'd moved it off the burner, she heard him say, "I could have people meet me after dark to buy it, I suppose."
"That's why I thought of it. They call it moonshine because people wait until the sheriff's in bed before they truck it out. A'course, our county sheriff was one of daddy's best customers." Flinch laughed.
Confused, Morgana shook her head and poured the hot water into the teapot. She set everything on a tray to transport to the living room. Was he honestly considering that harebrained idea?