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Sherlock gave him her sunny smile "Oh no, Sheriff Noble, we’re simply here to help After all, Ruth is one of ours Dillon called our boss, told hi Mr Maitland wants this cleared up as well He hates it when soents"

Savich said clearly, looking Dixon Noble in the eye, "We have no intention of bigfooting you, Sheriff, banish the thought We can help you with equip you need"

Dix still didn’t look convinced, but he nodded "Would you like ent Savich?"

DIX PUNCHED OFF his cell phone He was grinning when he walked back into the living rooot a better offer than Dad’s leftover stew for dinner They’re having pizza at the Claussons’ house with a bunch of other kids, bless the Claussons and all their ancestors, so we don’t have to watch e say I twisted the truth a bit, told the, which et e Dump’ pizzas turned the tide"

After they’d eaten the sheriff’s stew for dinner, Sherlock watched Ruth, as natural as could be, fill the kettle at the sink and put it on the stove, and fetch tea bags froot some cheese and crackers for dessert They’re closed with a rubber band so they shouldn’t be stale"

Dix laughed "Sorry I didn’t have more to offer you for dinner"

"The steas excellent," Sherlock said "You’re a good cook, Sheriff"

"I learned," he said shortly, and put tea bags into two cups "Ruth,her as she nodded "Ruth--I like that I suppose it sounds more like you than Madonna It’s powerful, biblical"

Ruth smiled at him "Sorry to switch names on you in the middle of the stream, Sheriff Where do you think Dillon and Sherlock should stay in Maestro?"

"At Bud Bailey’s B-and-B, right on High Street, half a block froot, Ruth Tell nized your photo"

"I hadn’t ot my treasure, I’d drive back hoas anywhere?"