Sam Winslow, the main character of my new novel, Exposure, a Coyote Canyon Mystery. At age 27, he’s the youngest sheriff ever elected in Colorado. Sam decided on a career in law enforcement by following in his father's footsteps. George Winslow retired from the Colorado State Patrol and now lives in Arizona with Sam’s mother, Ellen.
While earning a degree in law enforcement, Sam first worked for a short time as a hospital security guard, then for the college police department before being hired as a supervisor at the Eagle Mountain Ski Resort in Coyote Canyon. From there, he ran for sheriff and was elected. He is well respected by his deputies and staff.
Sam lives in his childhood home on a mountain overlooking Coyote Canyon.
Excerpt from Exposure:
“Do you know Richard Lucero?” Sam asked. He got a whiff of Sheehan’s foul body odor and took a step back.
Sheehan lit a cigarette. “He was a prick and a jerk. Always sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong. He’s dead, right?”
“He is.”
“We worked together here in town and back in Placerville. What about him?” He blew some out.
“I understand he got you the job at Outfitters. Is that right?”
Sheehan took another drag from the cigarette, then turned his head to blow the smoke out. “Yeah.”
“I also understand you two had an argument before his accident. What was that about?” Sam asked.
“Oh, it was nothing. Just something about a guided trip. He thought I’d scalped a customer from him, but the guy had asked for me. We worked it out.” Sheehan took another draw from this cigarette.
“That’s not the way I heard it,” Sam said.
Sheehan stood straighter. “Just who the hell said different?”
“You’ve been in enough trouble to know that I can’t tell you that.”
“You’ve checked me out? You think I had something to do with Rick’s murder, don’t you? We’re done talking.” He turned toward the door.
“Who said it was murder?” Sam asked.
Sheehan stopped and turned back. “Everyone in town is saying he was murdered, but I didn’t do it. I had nothing to do with it.”
“Where were you that night?”
“When did it happen?” Sheehan flicked his half-smoked cigarette out into the yard.
Sam looked at where the cigarette landed, then turned back. “Saturday night, April 7.”
After thinking for several seconds, Sheehan said, “I was at a bar in Cooke.”
Sam took a small notebook out and jotted down a note. “Where do you work?”
“I’m a night janitor at Eagle Mountain Resort.” Sheehan took a step to the edge of the porch to spit.
“Do you know anyone who would want to do harm to Lucero?”
“Nope.” He walked back in front of his door.
“I may have more questions for you later. Thanks for talking with me.”
“Whatever,” Sheehan said, going back into the house.
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