Someone has driven up the driveway. And is pointing at the back of my red truck. I have not bought new car tabs for three years. The second man parked in front of my red truck and get’s out. And my stomach drops to the ground. It is another Sheriff!!!
The first thing in my mind is that Nick is dead. Or the Jaquar, I sold has license problems, or No Tabs on the red truck. I open the front door before they even knock.
They both come walking up to the door. The tall man is holding a bunch of papers in his hand. Immediately, I think now that a lawyer is suing me. That this is a Summons. So, I think, I won’t tell them my name.
The Sheriff says, ”Is Dimitri Goff here.” I instantly went into shock. ”Dimitri”? ”My Barn Renter?” ”Yes,”the Sheriff, said. My mind is whirling. Dimitri (I always call him George) pays his rent. He has his three wonderful little dachshund dogs, that I love. He wears thick glasses, and spends his day refurbishing bicylces in and out of the Barn.
He had helped me all summer with flat tires on my lawnmower. He rambles on about politics and how much he loves his son and his parents.
I was stupefied.
Dimitri had not come to the Barn much last couple of months. But, it was winter. The Sheriff said, ”Dimitri has been stealing Bicycles. ”No, no not Dimitri. He has been with me for almost two years. Stealing bicycles?? No? I do not believe that is true.”
The tall man told me that he was a Detective. He said, ”Five bikes have been stolen.” He went through the paperwork in his hand. Showing, me where the bikes had been. And when they were stolen.
I was shocked.