Life in Rockwood

Everyone who called Rockwood home knew it was a special place with its own unique problems. Marshall Kopp had known it before becoming sheriff, and he couldn’t rightly complain about it now that dealing with those problems was his job.

Becka Rodriguez pointed to the empty spot on her dresser. “It was right there, Marshall, when I went to sleep. Then I woke up, and it was gone.”

“Mmmhmm.” Kopp flipped open his notebook. “And how much would you say is missing?”

“Seventy-four cents,” said Becka. “I counted it before I went to bed.”

“Mmmhmm.” He scribbled out the number for his notes.

“I wouldn’t have bothered normally, but what with the rash of thefts we’ve had lately, I thought I’d best be safer than sorry.”

“Not safe enough to hide your change,” said Kopp.

“It’s my change.… Read the rest “Magpie”