Austin can feel Sheriff Maxwell’s eyes boring into him as he climbs up out of the ditch on the side of the road. He looks up from his feet to find her hands propped on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes are narrowed and remind him of a hawk’s, scoping out its prey. There’s a gun holstered at her hip, though her hands aren’t straying towards it yet. Austin keeps his eyes glued on it even so.
1.4
gotta admire austin’s confidence in solving random supernatural mysteries he comes across