"Never, not in a million years would she accept that. You're wasting your time." Will paced like a caged tiger, clenching and unclenching his fists. He had no idea how much time he had left, and the Sheriff didn't seem in a hurry to leave. It got to the point he was looking up along the roof beams, wondering if he could get a bolt out enough that he could slip out that way, but it was too new, too well made.