Voss spun toward him, his face burning red.
“Caleb, you shut your mouth. You understand me? You shut your mouth right now.”
The FBI agents moved between them so fast that I barely saw them do it. Agent Calloway put a hand on Voss’s chest.
“Sheriff, step back,” she said. “That’s a witness speaking to a federal agent. You don’t get to tell him to be quiet.”
Voss looked at her hand on his chest like nobody had ever touched him without permission before. Maybe nobody had.
Miller’s hands shook as he opened the notebook to the first page.
Silence made the booking-area clock seem deafening.
Miller set the notebook on the desk. It held names, dates, and short descriptions of incidents in careful block letters, none of which had ever appeared in an official report.
“March
14. Traffic stop, Highway 41. Driver Terrence Holloway, age 52. No violation. Sheriff searched truck. Took envelope with $8,400 cash from glove box. Driver said it was for his daughter’s tuition. No receipt. Not logged in evidence.”Find Police Jobs
