Bullets & Lies (Talbot Roper 01)
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“No,” Roper said. “We’ll dig it up.”
“And what? Give it back to the government?”
“I think the people of this town deserve the money more than the government does,” Roper said. “And you’ll be a hero for recovering the bank’s money so many years later. Make the local police department look bad.”
“Or,” Parnell said, “we could dig it up and split it.”
“Why do I think,” Roper asked, “that you’re too much of a lawman to be serious?”
While Parnell was making arrangements to have some men dig up the grave, Roper waited outside the sheriff’s office, seated in a straight-backed wooden chair. While he sat, he saw a man come riding down the street on a gray horse. The silver from his pistol reflected the sun.
John Sender.
Roper got up from his chair and said to himself, “Let’s hope the third time is the charm.”