Driving back to my motel, I thought about how the Sheriff seemed to be a nice guy who was mourning the loss of his son. The fact that he ate at the diner alone, until I joined him, suggested perhaps his wife was also gone. Just marking time until retirement. And perhaps too long in the job. He had lost his edge, his drive to be inquisitive. Yet he may have found a new romance in Janice. There seemed to be a connection between the two of them. So perhaps his energies were focused in that direction, rather than on his old tired job. To make matters worse, he had a corrupt Deputy working for him. So the dead guy had come back to life to be with his girl friend Cortina Perez. Yeah, right.
But what if I was wrong? I would feel so stupid. That would be difficult for my wobbly confidence. So I simply had to be right. That meant I was rooting that someone died just to boost my self-confidence. I hated to admit it, but yes, I would feel better, because then I would be proven right. That thought gave me pause.