Jim clears his throat and pours himself a shot of whisky. “The Sheriff and I had a conversation after Dustin left the bar. We decided we have to get rid of this kid. His head isn’t screwed on right, and we worry about him drawing attention to our town,” he explains before throwing back his shot.

“Get rid of him?” Autumn asks as Jim downs his liquid courage.

The bartender looks around the table before landing back on Autumn. “Not, like, kill him or ...