The drive down to the pull-up was a long one. Curving Hill side roads and underpasses, sharp corners and tunnels. Then came the long 40 minute halt at Zorba Creek, which was famous for moonlight lovers. The road was winding steep and high and Macy had to reach the pull-up by 9am. All the more, it was drizzling today and the road was wet making it very difficult for her to manoeuvre her 2000 Ford Explorer.

The pull-up was an old, refurbished tavern renovated with an outdoor and indoor seating space. Colored chairs and wooden tables were spread out to cover the roadside. The indoors lacked color but was still an attraction to its passers.

9:02am | Reaching Gary's Pull-up

"You are late Macy!" said Gary on seeing her rush inside. "Ahh! Sorry Gary. You know i hate getting up early and driving down that mountain in the rain and its definately not what i look forward too."

"Well, the Sheriff is looking for you!"

"The Sheriff!" Macy exclaimed "Why?" "Is everything Ok?" She spoke in a lower tone.

"How should i know?" looking at Macy with a bit of confusion. "Call him at the station and find out what he wants!" He left her standing at the counter to catch up on his inventory. "Sure will Gary!" Macy promptly responded as she saw Gary walk into the storeroom.

The Sheriff was a Bas....! Everyone in town new what a darn snob he was. She just wasn't going to be let easy on this one.

To be continued...