said carefully.
“Did you find a wallet yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“And you returned it?”
“Yes.”
He looked down at his notebook.
“And the owner offered you money?”
“He did. I didn’t take it.”
The sheriff nodded slowly.
Then he picked up his radio.
“Bring it in,” he said.
A few seconds later, three deputies walked up the driveway carrying large boxes.
I stared at them, confused.
“What’s going on?”
“Gary is my father,” he said. “He told me everything.”
The deputies set the boxes down and opened them.
Inside were winter
