The sheriff was now alone again-only this time; the clock had struck 8:00pm. 'Three more hours,' he told himself, 'until I figure what is going to occur.' He got up, placed his dirty dishes in the sink for his loving wife to do when she returned. Now, his thoughts steered towards Jill. When they had met initially all those years ago, it was she who had broken the silence with a "Hello," and it was she who he had been attracted to much more than his now ex-wife Lydia; the mother of his only daughter Kimberly. No matter what happened between them, Jill was right there when Jimmy's world seemed to fly apart around him. He couldn't imagine life or love without her; yet when something was secretly eating away at him, Jill managed to detect that he was bothered-even when he had been reluctant to talk about it. She had the ability to read him like an open book during these trying times, but felt as though she would complicate issues if she pried his worries out of him. Jimmy preferred she let him be. This evening, she was at Thayer, working in the ER, unaware of what was about to occur.

Those remaining three hours went relatively quickly, prompting Jimmy to gather his sheriff garb and head off to his office in his second Ford Explorer XLT (the first one was shot all to pieces by a young man who literally assassinated the town priest in the confession booth a few years back. At the time Jill had asked him what he was going to do about a police vehicle and he told her that was what automobile insurance was for). Once he arrived, he realized that is was only himself and Bud Skeeter scheduled to work tonight. Kenny and Max were off vacationing in Minnesota and everyone else had worked during the day-which was basically the only reason he had picked up tonight; he hated the idea of leaving Skeeter alone; it just wasn't his policy to short change his department.
"Hey sheriff, get enough rest today? "Asked Skeeter, catching Jimmy completely off guard.
"Boy, I sure hope so. What is it that you guys do here at night? I am a little rusty", Jimmy had asked.
"Well for the most part we hang ou-"
Jimmy cut him off short. "I think I'll go and patrol Main Street. God knows I hate sitting around, doing nothing."
"Alright. I'll stay here at the station and try to catch up on those late reports you keep asking me to do."
Jimmy just laughed to himself-headed out the door with his trooper hat in tow.

Seems how it was a weeknight, Main Street looked a little, well, dead. 'This ought to be an easy night,' Jimmy thought to himself. 'Not a soul around except for an occasional stray dog.' Just then, his peaceful thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the noise of a car gunning its engine past the sheriff and his parked Explorer. Jimmy gathered his thoughts and immediately chased after the sedan; running lights and sirens all the way. He had clocked them doing an 80mph speed in a 35mph zone. After about 2 miles, he realized they weren't going to stop, so he radioed Skeeter that he needed some back-up.
"Skeeter, come in," wailed Jimmy.
"Go ahead, sheriff," replied Skeeter who was found kicked back in a chair.
"I need some back-up. I am in hot pursuit of a four door sedan, found to be doing 80 in 35 and not slowing down."
"What's your location?"
"I am at the corner of-"Jimmy paused, he had to think just where in the hell he was-while trying to ignore a now strong physiological feeling that surged through his body.
"Sheriff, where are you?" Skeeter panically asked-now he had begun to worry.
"Maple and Oak-heading east on Hillcrest," Jimmy replied.

After about 5 miles of chase, the vehicle stopped. Jimmy got out of his police vehicle and approached the driver of the car-all while keeping close watch on the passenger; he looked to be very suspicious in nature.
"License and registration please," Jimmy politely asked-then without saying a word, the passenger reached into the glove box, pulled out a .22 caliber pistol and shot Jimmy twice-dead in the chest. The car sped away, leaving the sheriff to die in the street. He tried to radio back to the station, but even that effort was too much. He knew he was losing blood fast-yet wanted to call for help before he went into a stage of unconsciousness. Thankfully, a resident across the street had heard the gunshots and called 911. Within two minutes, the paramedics arrived on scene and began their work.

"OK, put some pressure on those wounds," yelled one paramedic, "and don't let up. We don't want this guy to bleed out anymore than he already has."
"Get me the intubation kit-we have to stabilize him and establish an airway," yelled another.
All while this was going on, Bud Skeeter arrived on scene only to find out that his boss had been shot. Here Jimmy lies on the ground, intubated, having someone else breathe for him via Ambu-bag and blood all over. It did not look like the same man he had just seen a little over an hour ago. Once they finally had him stable, the paramedics immediately loaded him into the ambulance and ran lights and sirens all the way to Thayer Hospital. In the 15 minutes it took to arrive, CPR was done all the way there to ensure their fellow colleague didn't fall victim to another statistic of police officers killed in the line of duty.