Chapter Eleven

It was quite unusual. Nico didn't go for his usual run on this particular morning and John found it odd. He didn't know if others noticed it too, but he had made up his mind to try and find out. Perhaps the man was sick, he thought. As he made his way as casually as possible toward the parlour to make his investigation, he ran into James who was just coming from the parlour itself. "Hey Johnny, saved me some trouble. Was just going to sniff you out. Go on, the boss wants you." "You know why?", John asked. "Not really. Don't know, don't care." "Thought he was sick or something," John mumbled. "Sick?", James chuckled. "Now that'll be a miracle. I think the new Sheriff has gotten the boss quite angry." "New Sheriff?" "Haven't heard, have you? There's a new Sheriff in town threatening to bring down fire on everyone causing trouble in the town. Would be bad for business, I tell ya, but the boss will fix 'im. Come on, get going. Boss wants you