Lainey POV
The headlights pulled up beside me and stopped.
It was a truck. It wasn't black, and it wasn't ours. It was dark green and newer than anything else in town, and the window on my side was already coming down.
"Evening, Lainey."
It was Cade, the sheriff.
I let my breath out. I couldn't have said whether it was relief or the other thing. I decided not to look at it too closely.
"That's a long walk in those shoes," he said.
"I've done it in worse."
"I don't doubt it. Get in anyway. I'd feel like a poor excuse for a sheriff, driving past you."
I thought about saying no. Then the left heel bit into my ankle again, and I opened the door.
His truck was clean, and it smelled like coffee. He waited until I had my seat belt on before he pulled away from the curb. He drove like he
