whole time. Don’t worry. Just be yourself.” He smiled and then opened the door so that she could enter.
“Thanks. I hope this time it’s different and I can just say what I need to say and get out.” Amber played nervously with a thread on her shirt, and then followed Mateo to the registration desk. They signed in and a woman called out five minutes later.
“Amber Flint. You are here to see the sheriff. Can you please state what your request is?” She looked up from small wire rimmed glasses and Amber swallowed hard.
“I need to give information about Jeffrey Holiday’s murder.” Amber stated her case and then stood quietly. The woman picked up her phone, dialed a number, and then spoke into the receiver.
“There’s a young woman her with information on the Jeffrey Holiday case. Is Sheriff Claiborne in the back?” She filed one of her fingernails while waiting for an answer, and then waved at Amber to head to the back hall. “Go down this hall and then make your first left. Sheriff Claiborne is waiting outside.” She hung up the phone and then went back to her paperwork. Amber and Mateo walked quietly down the hall, and stopped when they saw the sheriff standing outside his door with his hands on his hips and a stern expression on his face.
“Good morning. Sheriff Claiborne. How can I help you?” He addressed Amber and she looked at Mateo, then took a deep breath and spoke.
“I have information about Jeffrey Holiday that I need to share. I don’t think it will take too much of your time.” She forced out a weak smile and the sheriff stood like a statue.
“Okay. Step inside my office.” He ushered Amber in and then looked at Mateo. “He your husband?” Amber blushed and then looked at the floor.
“No. This is my friend, Mateo Quinn.” Amber smiled and then sat down in the orange chair that Sheriff Claiborne pulled out for her. Mateo pulled out a folding chair that was against the wall and sat on it.
“What is it that you need to disclose, Miss Flint?” Sheriff Claiborne looked at her with his dark, piercing eyes. He had lines on his face and a scar above his eyebrow. Amber was already intimidated by him, and he hadn’t even said much yet.
“Well, I have to tell you some things.” She nodded and then fidgeted with her hands. “See, I saw something happen,” she started. Sheriff Claiborne leaned forward in his chair.
“What did you see, Miss Flint?” He looked serious, and Amber faltered. She looked at Mateo and felt her heart start to race. Her palms sweated and she felt lightheaded.
“Well, I saw some scenes in my head.” She looked at him and wrung her hands in her lap. Sheriff Claiborne raised his eyebrows and then sat back and folded his arms.
“You…saw some scenes…in your head?” He returned her question and Amber got flushed. All of her fears were manifesting, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She felt powerless and embarrassed, yet she knew that there was no reason to feel such a way. What she saw was real and true. She knew it with every fiber of her being.
“Yes. I get…visions.” Amber looked at Mateo and he gave her a pat on the shoulder.
Sheriff Claiborne frowned. “Visions. That’s…very interesting. I’m assuming these…visions have to do with Jeffrey Holiday, since you specifically came into this station and requested to speak with me.” He kept his arms folded and then glanced down at his watch. “I’ve got about ten more minutes, and then I have some business to attend to.” He took a deep breath and Amber felt a wave of anxiety rush over her. She had so much to say, but she knew that it would get tangled up in her nervousness.
“Yes, Sheriff Caliborne. I did come here specifically, because I had to tell you about Jeffrey. I am a visionary. I see things, and it’s been something that’s happened
“Thanks. I hope this time it’s different and I can just say what I need to say and get out.” Amber played nervously with a thread on her shirt, and then followed Mateo to the registration desk. They signed in and a woman called out five minutes later.
“Amber Flint. You are here to see the sheriff. Can you please state what your request is?” She looked up from small wire rimmed glasses and Amber swallowed hard.
“I need to give information about Jeffrey Holiday’s murder.” Amber stated her case and then stood quietly. The woman picked up her phone, dialed a number, and then spoke into the receiver.
“There’s a young woman her with information on the Jeffrey Holiday case. Is Sheriff Claiborne in the back?” She filed one of her fingernails while waiting for an answer, and then waved at Amber to head to the back hall. “Go down this hall and then make your first left. Sheriff Claiborne is waiting outside.” She hung up the phone and then went back to her paperwork. Amber and Mateo walked quietly down the hall, and stopped when they saw the sheriff standing outside his door with his hands on his hips and a stern expression on his face.
“Good morning. Sheriff Claiborne. How can I help you?” He addressed Amber and she looked at Mateo, then took a deep breath and spoke.
“I have information about Jeffrey Holiday that I need to share. I don’t think it will take too much of your time.” She forced out a weak smile and the sheriff stood like a statue.
“Okay. Step inside my office.” He ushered Amber in and then looked at Mateo. “He your husband?” Amber blushed and then looked at the floor.
“No. This is my friend, Mateo Quinn.” Amber smiled and then sat down in the orange chair that Sheriff Claiborne pulled out for her. Mateo pulled out a folding chair that was against the wall and sat on it.
“What is it that you need to disclose, Miss Flint?” Sheriff Claiborne looked at her with his dark, piercing eyes. He had lines on his face and a scar above his eyebrow. Amber was already intimidated by him, and he hadn’t even said much yet.
“Well, I have to tell you some things.” She nodded and then fidgeted with her hands. “See, I saw something happen,” she started. Sheriff Claiborne leaned forward in his chair.
“What did you see, Miss Flint?” He looked serious, and Amber faltered. She looked at Mateo and felt her heart start to race. Her palms sweated and she felt lightheaded.
“Well, I saw some scenes in my head.” She looked at him and wrung her hands in her lap. Sheriff Claiborne raised his eyebrows and then sat back and folded his arms.
“You…saw some scenes…in your head?” He returned her question and Amber got flushed. All of her fears were manifesting, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She felt powerless and embarrassed, yet she knew that there was no reason to feel such a way. What she saw was real and true. She knew it with every fiber of her being.
“Yes. I get…visions.” Amber looked at Mateo and he gave her a pat on the shoulder.
Sheriff Claiborne frowned. “Visions. That’s…very interesting. I’m assuming these…visions have to do with Jeffrey Holiday, since you specifically came into this station and requested to speak with me.” He kept his arms folded and then glanced down at his watch. “I’ve got about ten more minutes, and then I have some business to attend to.” He took a deep breath and Amber felt a wave of anxiety rush over her. She had so much to say, but she knew that it would get tangled up in her nervousness.
“Yes, Sheriff Caliborne. I did come here specifically, because I had to tell you about Jeffrey. I am a visionary. I see things, and it’s been something that’s happened
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