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8:47 AM
The Sheriff and his Deputy were outside of Dennis Dietrich's office, deciding what it was that he was doing, because they could hear a lot of rearranging going on--some might say, fleeing--but they were patient to see where it all led before spoiling it all by knocking on the front door.
"You think we should just let this go on?" Deputy Powell said, finally.
"Yeah, I guess so," the Sheriff said, although he was kind of enjoying watching somebody panic from the outside. They so often only got to see the aftermath of a suspect's handiwork.
"Sheriff's Department!" Deputy Powell yelled into the trailer.
Everything inside stopped, and then the back door swung open and they could hear them attempt to get something heavy to come with him.
They ran to the other side, where they saw him attempt but fail to hoist a large bag into his truck.
"Stop! Put you hands up!"
He put his hands up. "What have I done?"
"You're resisting arrest," Deputy Powell tried.
"I didn't know I was being arrested."
"I'm finding that kind of hard to believe."
"We're placing you under arrest as an accessory to the murder of Dr. Sam Jones."
"What I do?"
"You housed a couple of terrorists. You gave them weapons. You gave them training. It wouldn't surprise me if you gave them the idea in the first place."
"How you going to prove all that, Sheriff?"
"I would guess, the contents of that bag right there are a good place to start."
"May I?" Deputy Powell said, pointing to the bag.
"Go ahead."
The Deputy unzipped it and, unsurprising, a large cache of weapons and documents stared them in the face.
"Wonder why you made it so easy for us?" the Sheriff said.
"I didn't do anything wrong," he said only.
"Well, we'll see about that."
Deputy Powell slapped the cuffs on him and the Sheriff put his hat back on. They stuffed him in Deputy Powell's cruiser.
"We got to go through the contents of that trailer."
"Yep."
"Guess I'll start on that just now."
The Sheriff looked at the dark trailer. There went the rest of his day.
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