Prolonged Exposure (2011)
“Small wonder, I thought as she drew closer. Her eyes were puffy and red, and despite what her clothing said, she was no more at home in the boonies than I was.
One of the state troopers materialized out of the trees to her left, and the woman startled, almost losing what little balance she had.
I had never seen her before, but I knew her escort. Andy Browers walked at her right elbow, his lean face haggard and pale. He still wore his Posadas Rural Electric Co-op work clothes, now soiled and wrinkled from his long hours on the mesa. Deputy Pasquale, looking fit and eager, rested a hand lightly on the woman’s left shoulder. He steered her over to where I was standing.
“Undersheriff,” Deputy Pasquale said, “this is Mrs. Cole.” I nodded and extended my hand.
“Ma’am,” I said. She wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were locked on the yellow tape a few yards ahead of us.
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