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courthouse square, shoot me, or lock me up for the rest of my life so I consider that a threat. However, I do have rights so I’m allowed to call my attorney, and when he is finished with you, you’ll regret ever laying eyes on me.” Annie smiled. So what’s it going to be, Sheriff?”
    “She’s good,” Darla whispered to Sam.
    Sam shrugged. “Not bad,” he said.
    In a flash, Sheriff Hester’s demeanor changed. “How’m I supposed to know this automobile belongs to you?”
    “You could give her sodium pentothal,” Marge suggested.
    Annie didn’t hesitate. “This vehicle belongs to my father. I borrowed it.”
    “You borrowed it,” Hester said flatly. “Who is your father?”
    Annie glanced at the woman beside him, Marge something-or-other, who was clearly the town gossip. “I would rather not say at this time.”
    Hester seemed to understand. “Okay,” he said to the crowd. I want everybody to back away from the vehicle. Not you, Bic,” he added quickly. “You keep looking under the hood; see what you can find out.” Bic nodded and went back to what he was doing.
    “As for the rest of you, if you insist on hanging around you can stand on the sidewalk. You, too, Marge,” he added. He looked at Sam and Darla. “I would appreciate it if you two would stay put.”
    “That’s not fair!” Marge said.
    “They’re witnesses,” Hester said, sounding irritated with her, “ not that I should have to defend my decision. Now move to the sidewalk or go home,” he added.
    Marge gave him a dirty look but did as she was told.
    Sheriff Hester turned back to Annie. “I hope when you speak to your attorney you’ll tell him I did not drag you to the station for questioning, that I allowed you to sit in your daddy’s comfy limo with the window rolled down only a few inches, and that I assured you every word would be handled in the strictest of confidence. This is not how I normally conduct my, um, interviews.” He produced a small notebook and pen. “Now, then, where were we?”
    “You asked me to give you my father’s name,” she said. “It is Winston Hartford. I am Katherine Anne Hartford, although I prefer to be called Annie since it is less formal.”
    “And where are you from, Miss Hartford?” Hester asked.
    “Atlanta.”
    Sam let out a low whistle. Darla and Hester looked at him.
    “What? Hester asked. “Am I missing something?”
    “Depends,” Sam said, not taking his eyes off Annie. “Your father wouldn’t happen to be in the iron and steel business?”
    “Yes,” Annie said.
    “Very impressive,” Sam said.
    “Do you know her father?” Darla asked before Hester had a chance.
    “I know of him,” Sam said. He looked at Hester. “Miss Hartford is heir to one of the biggest iron and steel companies in the southeast.”
    Annie blushed. She always felt uncomfortable when people discussed the family finances.
    Harry hooked his thumbs inside his belt. He seemed to ponder Sam’s words. “If that’s true, then I’m very impressed, but without a driver’s license or other form of ID, there’s no way to prove it.”
    “You can’t disprove it,” Sam said.
    “My father’s picture, as well as his business and other ventures are all over the Internet,” Annie said. “As is information about me.” She looked at Hester. “I would hope that would serve as an I.D. for now.”
    “ For now , what I’d really like is for you to step out of the car,” Hester said.
    Annie paled at the thought. A number of people were still watching from the sidewalk, including the nosy blabbermouth, Marge. Annie would be the laughingstock of the town once they saw her in all her wedding garb. “I would rather not,” she said.
    The sheriff looked surprised. “Is there a problem? Are you handicapped in some way? Do I need to send for a wheelchair?”
    “No, nothing like that,” she said quickly. “It’s just—”
    “I have been very patient with you, Miss,” he said. “Now, please remove