Justin stared. No cop’d ever done anything for him. He’d assaulted the trailer park manager right enough, but they weren't interested in that. Now they wanted to hang some store holdup on him.
“I have coffee and maybe some jerky?” They brought him coffee burnt up with sludge in the bottom.
“Brewed fresh last Monday.” The Sherriff laughed.
Justin couldn’t help himself. “No jerky? I ever settle down here, you just lost my vote, Sherriff.”
The troopers closed in, making sure he was still cuffed.