Chapter Five   Travis navigates his truck down the narrow lane, away from Shadow Bluff. The truck is spotless. A Ford F-250 with a leather interior and a dashboard that looks like the inside of a cockpit. A siren rests on the top of the dash. “Nice truck,” I say. “Thanks. Took me forever to save up for it.” “No patrol car?” He laughs, and there goes the dimple again. “Hell, no. Even the chief doesn’t have a patrol car. No damn money. We’re lucky we even have a police department. Lots of small towns have lost theirs. It’s just me, the chief, and two other officers in a run-down rented building north of Bridge Street. Oh, and we do have Margie, who works the front, but she volunteers because she’s married to the chief.” He side-eyes me and winks. “A real coup.” He glances at me again. “You know, Nan’s is pretty casual.” I look down at the suit pants and navy-and-white-striped blouse. Silk, like the one I ruined on Fort Worth Live. “Unfortunately, this is my casual.” “Suit yourself.” He slides his gaze at me with a smile. “No pun intended.” I roll my eyes. It’s strange, being…