Voss’s face went gray.
“You can’t take my records.”
“Podemos, y lo somos”, dijo Delgado.
Miller se adelantó agarrando un pequeño cuaderno espiral azul, su esquina doblada. Era del tipo que se vendía en Dollar General por $1.25.
“Hay algo más que necesitas saber”, le dijo al agente Greer. Su voz temblaba. “He visto arrestos de órdenes del sheriff Voss sin motivo legal antes. Más de una vez. Escribí las fechas”.
Voss spun toward him, his face burning red.
“Caleb, you shut your mouth. You understand me? You shut your mouth right now.”
The FBI agents moved between them so fast that I barely saw them do it. Agent Calloway put a hand on Voss’s chest.
“Sheriff, step back,” she said. “That’s a witness speaking to a federal agent. You don’t get to tell him to be quiet.”
Voss looked at her hand on his chest like nobody had ever touched him without permission before. Maybe nobody had.
