sheriff. he took the boy and the dog down a flight of concrete steps, down to a corridor with a jail cell on each side. he put his key in a lock and opened a cell, sliding the bars across with a rattle of metal. there was a bed in there, and a toilet, and that was all.
“empty out your pockets,” said the sheriff.
the boy did as he was told, embarrassed by the things that came out. there was a rubber band and a bit of string, a bottle cap, an old penny, a plastic man without a head. the sheriff took it all in one hand. “in you go,” 