Officer Oliver hiked to the ramshackle cabin, mostly covered by a corroded metal roof. He went alone, hoping to avoid trouble.
Grandpa Morley, patriarch of the Schlutte family, stepped out from the cabin, holding a shotgun.
“What’cha want?”
“Lookin’ for one of your kin, Shep. He holed up in there?”
“Nah. Haven’t seen’em for months. What’d he do this time?”
“It’s all of a theme with him. Grand Theft. That boy loves nice cars.”
The old man shook his head. “Damn fool. Well, he ain’t here.”
“Uh huh. Do my eyes deceive me or is that a ‘vet parked there?”
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