Deputy Mulligan tuned Thornton's chatter out. He didn't think writers were particularly useful people, and a huge manhunt for one struck him as idiotic, certainly not worth the missed opportunity for coffee and pie. It wasn't even clear what the man had done, except run from them at the trailer park.
Mulligan knew he wasn't alone: the sheriff's patience with the Fed was running out.
Departure Manuscript: Mulligan Questions Nightingale's Orders
