Vanessa’s pov,

The new sheriff was a man who was about 50 years old. He had a beer belly and a long beard, and he did not look like the type that lived for fighting crime. I had scheduled an appointment with him, and I went in alone while Blake waited outside. I wore a tight navy-blue dress and expensive heels to make sure like I looked like I was wealthy and important.

“To what do I owe the pleasure miss?” he asked me.

“I will not beat around the bush. Lorenzo Romano is dead. I took over his business.”

He looked at me with mistrusting eyes, “Okay and why...