Three-Year Rule
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Josh sat across the desk from Randy in the Sheriff’s office as Randy accessed Elizabeth’s Facebook Page and searched for any suspect entries. He glanced briefly at Josh and said, “Elizabeth’s Agent, Franklin Mallory, is a no-nonsense kind of guy. When I told him about the stalker, he responded quickly giving me Elizabeth’s ID’s and passwords to all the sites his company controls for her. He said he recalled one of his workers sending him an email concerning a few semi-threatening entries on her blog, but he said that’s pretty common, so he thought nothing of it.”
“Franklin’s an idiot,” Josh growled. He couldn’t take the prim and proper Franklin seriously on any issue other than fancy clothing.
Randy suppressed a chuckle and said, “Then it’s a good thing I’m checking her sites personally, although I can’t spend all day surfing the internet. Wayne Grody called to report that he’s lost a calf to that wolf pack. I’m going to have to get up to the reserve and drive them off again. You interested in giving me a hand?”
Josh leaned back in his chair and relaxed for the first time in days. “Deer season is coming up. We need to get those wolves as deep into the mountains as we can, or the deer will be so scattered the season will be a bust.”
Randy raised his eyebrows and added, “We don’t want any hunters running across a wolf pack at 4 o’clock in the morning while setting up for a deer hunt. That would be a very dangerous situation indeed.”
Josh nodded, “That’s the problem with wolves. You don’t see them coming until it’s too late. All right, let’s do it this Saturday. Jake and Molly will be back in town Sunday night.”
“Then it’s settled,” Randy announced moving to sign into Elizabeth’s Twitter account. “We’ll make it a day trip, and the girls can hang out at my house. I seriously doubt a stalker would try a break in of a Sheriff’s house. Anyway, I’m teaching Amy how to shoot a handgun. I bought her a Cobra 380. It’s a tiny gun, and she bought pink handles for it, but it will do the job if necessary. It might not be a bad idea to teach Elizabeth the ins and outs of that shotgun.”
Josh laughed and said, “I’m afraid to have her shoot it. It will knock her on her ass, and she’ll never pick it up again.”