Sandy threw June against the SUV’s sliding door and tried to slap the cuffs on. Crushed under his weight, June grunted and struggled to keep her hands away.
“Hey, asshole, I’m not under arrest, you know.” He might’ve been trying to cop a feel—she couldn’t tell. Her mind raced—how had everything gone sideways so fast?
She screamed, “Dave, your kid’s gone crazy. Get him off me.” Startled, Sandy backed away, but the sheriff emerged from the house in time to see him push off her, cuffs in hand.
“Son,” he shook his head, “that’s more than enough.”
“Hey, asshole, I’m not under arrest, you know.” He might’ve been trying to cop a feel—she couldn’t tell. Her mind raced—how had everything gone sideways so fast?
She screamed, “Dave, your kid’s gone crazy. Get him off me.” Startled, Sandy backed away, but the sheriff emerged from the house in time to see him push off her, cuffs in hand.
“Son,” he shook his head, “that’s more than enough.”
