‘Lexington Courthouse, I suspect. Deputy Tim Gutterson. Ava Crowder, right?”
“Well, that explains it,” she murmured. The woman spent a fair share of time at the courthouse in antecedent, that was for sure. Prying digits from blue jean pockets, hand extended forward in politest of gestures. “I’m sorry,– gosh where are my manners? Pleasure to meet you, Tim.” Warm smile tugged at the corners of her lips and curiosity took the reins in this particular colloquy. “You work with Raylan, right? I’m guesssin’ that’’s how you know who I am?”
