It was a short time later when a rather unexpected visitor came to the pancake place. The bell that was attached to the door rang out as it opened, announcing his arrival. Wearing black pants, leather shoes, a camel shade button up shirt, and a wide brimmed camel shaded hat, sheriff Waxley of Sea Salt Bay Police Department was indeed the typical stereotype of a small town sheriff. A middle aged veteran with a gruff demeanour and a zero tolerance policy for sass. According to the local punks he was very much the friendly neighbourhood buzzkill. The old and the boring loved him and the young and the interesting hated him. It was obvious to all though that despite all that, the sheriff took great pride in his job. 

Rumours abounded that the glock he was armed with has been fired for extralegal reasons on more than one occasion. Though such rumours had been proven to be unfounded. Still, there's been many strange rumours that have plagued the town of Sea Salt Bay and its more prominent members of society. Though many people have simply chalked them up to small town idle gossip. But some people still believed. Such people were always a treat to talk to. 

Both Rolo and Switch looked up from their plates nervously as the sheriff approached. What was strange was that out of all the Sundays that Rolo ate at the pancake place, he never once saw the sheriff in there. It was obvious to the two friends that this encounter was not gonna be because of random happenstance.

[color=beige]"Mornin fellas, enjoyin your breakfast?"[/color] greeted sheriff Waxley.

[color=orange]"Good morning sir. Yeah, breakfast is good."[/color] replied Rolo awkwardly.

[color=violet]"These pancakes are out of this world."[/color] Switch intoned.

[color=beige]"Hehe I bet they are. Gertrude does a hell of a good job doesn't she? That old gal has been makin pancakes ever since the gosh darn dinosaurs walked the earth."[/color] joked the sheriff.

Both Rolo and Switch laughed nervously. The tension was too thick for a simple little joke to break it. The sheriff himself though, grinned smugly to himself. He secretly got off on the tension he created when it came to dealing with so called "tough" guys.

[color=beige]"And I don't think she'd take to kindly to you dirtying up her furniture son. And sit like a normal person, for heavens sake."[/color] ordered the sheriff.

[color=violet]"Y-yes sir."[/color] stammered Switch.

Switch then took his feet off of the other adjacent chair and placed them firmly in the ground. He glanced at the other chair briefly, to check for signs of dirt. Luckily, there was not a spec to be found. 

[color=orange]"Uhh is there anything you need sheriff?"[/color] asked Rolo.

[color=beige]"Truth be told, not really, though I could do with a couple of pancakes myself. Sadly though, I ain't got the time. Somebody has to keep the local hooligans in line and such. But there was somethin I've been meanin to ask you two gentlemen about. Maybe you two could shed a little light on the subject."[/color] explained the sheriff.

[color=violet]"And what might that be?"[/color] asked Switch.

[color=beige]"Well I'm glad you asked![/color] announced the sheriff.

[color=beige]"There was a little incident with a bunch of burnin tires down on Main Street. I don't suppose any of you two fine gentlemen know anythin bout that?"[/color] asked sheriff Waxley.

[color=orange]"Well uhh I dunno."[/color] replied Rolo.

[color=violet]"Yeah, we don't know nothin. It could've been anyone. We aren't the only guys who own bikes and stuff."[/color] asserted Switch.

[color=beige]"You know it's an offence to lie to an officer of the law right?."[/color] asked the sheriff.

[color=violet]"May I ask sheriff, what makes you think that we know anything about it?"[/color] countered Switch.

[color=beige]"Those are some mighty fine bikes you boys got out there. They look awfully like the ones those hoodlums rode at the scene."[/color] the sheriff observed.

[color=violet]"The Harley Davidson FL is a common and popular motorcycle. I'm sure we ain't the only ones who have em."[/color] stated Switch.

[color=beige]"I suppose not. Just makin light conversation. Ya know that there's gonna be an assembly about it at your school tomorrow mornin? It's an important one so make sure you boys ain't sick or nothin."[/color] explained the sheriff.

[color=violet]"Wouldn't dream of it. We'll be there, front row center.[/color] said Switch.

[color=orange]"Yeah, we will."[/color] said Rolo.

[color=beige]"Glad to hear it boys. Y'all have a good rest of the day ya hear!?"[/color] said sheriff Waxley.

[color=violet]"Don't worry, we will."[/color] relied Switch.

[color=orange]"Yeah, and a good morning to you to sir."[/color] said Rolo.

The sheriff then walked away from the table then out the door. The bell on the door rang once again, signalling his departure. Both Switch and Rolo looked at each other incredulously. It was the first time that any of them had ever been questioned directly by the sheriff himself. It was as clear as day that things weren't going to be so easy for the Salt Bay Turbos anymore.