"How are you??" Heather asked happily.

"I'm still alive, my dear. I still am," he then turned to me, "Sorry son, I didn't get your name. You are?" he stretched a hand out.

I looked at Heather then back at him. I shook his hand.

"Hello, Sheriff Bates. Long time. I'm Sheridan. Sheridan Wesley."

His eyes were even wider as he hurriedly let go of my hand.

"Excuse me? You said you are?"

"Sheridan Wesley. Paul Wesley's son."

The old man stepped back, shock ...