Chapter 4--The Righteous Brother
Mack sat across from his cousin Raymond in the Chief of Police’s office, trying to figure out how to ask what he’d been doing at Karin’s house yesterday. But Raymond wanted to talk about something else.
He spread his hands out across the green leather blotter as if he intended to levitate the desk.
“They all knew it wasn’t legal,” he said. “Every one of those parents knew Arthur’s day care center wasn’t certified.”
“’It was your own fault?’” Mack said. “That’s not going to make much of a campaign slogan.”
Not that Raymond had to worry about running for office. As in a lot of small towns in Maine, South Barnham preferred its civic life in the hands of people who’d lived there for some time. And the Fecteaus went back six generations.
Raymond jumped up and slammed the door, jouncing one of his football trophies.
“That’s not what I meant. And if you say something like that outside these walls, I’ll kick your ass.”
“We’re not in high school any more, Raymond. You don’t scare me.”