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My turn to grin.

“Tell John what?” John Kincaid, local detective, slid in beside her, having waited till she finished speaking to interrupt.

“Not my tale to tell,” Sharon answered, scooting over to give the big man more room. “What are you doing in town? I thought you were going to Templeton today.”

“Went already. Now, I’m back. What tale aren’t you telling me?” He looked at me. “Must be something Tim did since you’re sitting here and he isn’t.”

“He lost a drone,” I answered. “Right now, he’s out looking for it.”

“A drone? One of those flying things?”

I nodded.

“What is he doing with a drone?”

“I just told you, he’s looking for it. He flew it over the ridge and it didn’t come back.”

“I meant, why does he need a drone?”

“He didn’t need it, John, he wanted it.”

“For what?”