“Be reasonable sheriff. If we raise any kind of a stench by further investigation, we could both stand to lose our jobs and our lives in general. We know that Malaine must be buried quickly and without incident. I make these kinds of decisions in my county office everyday. In this case it is viable for me to deny an autopsy. I won't go along with it, I just won't.” Bob Wolfe made a fist and placing it softly on Sheriff Royce's kitchen table, their eyes made contact. The two men were silent for a moment.
Daniel could see that no matter how they discussed it, Bob wanted the woman buried with no frills. Though her right to breathe was taken from her, these two men didn't want any more of this story seeing the light of day. No one was going to talk about this after that night in a professional sense. The black and blue marks on the woman's neck were to be dismissed. Each finger shaped bruise imprinted upon Malaine's throat, was a clue closer to the answers.