The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

his pension, and destroying his own family’s future, he’s going to put that gun away. He’s going to take that envelope, and it’s going to accidentally catch fire in an evidence locker.”

I looked at Chief Brody. He was swallowing hard, sweat beading on his forehead. The barrel of his gun had dipped slightly. He was a small-town cop standing on the edge continue reading …