‘So how do you know he’s here?’
‘I’d recognize him anywhere,’ she said. ‘I saw… I saw it happen.’
‘Did you now.’ The sheriff grunted, lifted the file, let it drop. ‘Look, Miss Gerald, it’s not my business to go advising people. But you seem like a nice respectable girl. Why don’t you just forget him?’
‘I’d like to see him, if I may,’ she said quietly.
‘He’s crazy. Did you know that?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Slammin’ his fist through a plate glass window. For nothing.’
She waited. He tried again. ‘He’s dirty. He don’t know his own name, hardly.’
‘May I see him?’
The sheriff uttered a wordless growl and stood up. ‘Them Air Force psychos had any sense, they’d’ve put him where he would never even get near a jail. This way.’