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Scene from Delayed Justice:
Sami heard a vehicle pull into her driveway, and she got up and looked out the window warily. She recognized the sheriff cruiser immediately. The person driving it was Makeeta Robertson, the sheriff of Big Horn County, but he’d brought company. A woman got out of the front passenger seat, and a deputy got out of the back seat.
Sami had a pretty good idea why they were there. They either wanted her to identify the man they’d picked up, maybe even testify against him, or they wanted to arrest her as an accomplice in the case.
She wasn’t going to answer the door, and they’d better not break into her house! If they wanted information from her, they would have to contact her attorney.
Terrified at the thought of being arrested, her natural instinct was to hide, so she went and hid in her smaller bedroom. Her desk and computer stood against the outer bedroom wall, under the window, and she slid down under the desk and waited for them to leave.
* * * *
Sheriff Makeeta Robertson eyed the scenery as he got out of the sheriff cruiser. He’d brought Dani Spencer, the district attorney, with him, along with a deputy. The logs of her cabin have seen better days, he thought. Looking around, he noted that the driveway up to the garage had ruts in it and there was no grass growing in the yard. The dry land contained mostly tumbleweeds, white wheat, and prickly pear cactuses.
The hot, early autumn sun beat down from the sky as he stepped onto the wooden stair. The stair creaked under his weight, and he knocked at the rickety screen door. They waited outside, sweat breaking out on their foreheads, and then Makeeta knocked again. Finally he hollered out, “Sami, are you in there? We need to talk to you.”
Makeeta motioned to his deputy to go around to the back and see if there was a back door and-or any movement in the house.
The deputy disappeared around the side of the house, returning a few minutes later. “No answer at the back door, and I looked into the windows and didn’t see anyone.”
Makeeta pulled his cellphone out and called Sami’s number. It went to her voice mail.
“Sami, this is Makeeta, with the district attorney, Dani Spencer, and a deputy. We need to talk to you. If you’re in the house, please open the door. Otherwise, call my number as soon as you get this message so we can make arrangements to meet with you. There are some developments in the case with the bombing at Glacier Pharmacy five years ago, and we need your assistance.” Makeeta ended the call and clipped the phone back on to his belt.
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