Larkin certainly didn't resemble the sheriff in any way.
"Put your hands on the roof," Larkin demanded.
Larkin asked, trying to look down at Martha and at the same time keeping a wary eye on Dean, who was ready to kill her.
I don't know where Jake picked up Larkin, but he can send her back as far as I'm concerned.
When he stopped for a breath, she asked if Larkin was good-looking.
"That's what deputies and under-sheriffs are for," he answered with a grimace and then pictured sending snippy Miss Larkin burrowing underground like a weasel and rolling a stone against the entrance.
Dean telephoned the sheriff's office, crossing his fingers that the redheaded deputy Lady Larkin was out bagging the ten most wanted speeders.
The next stop on his list was visiting Ms. Lydia Larkin, deputy sheriff, whose presentation of a speeding ticket and general attitude still pissed him off, just remembering it.
Jake Weller had said Larkin was at one time a guard at the Cañon City prison, where Martha Boyd's mother was incarcerated.
Close on his heels was Lydia Larkin, tucking in her blouse and adjusting her skirt.
He explained his aborted visit to Lydia Larkin and watching as she embraced her boss.
Deputy Sheriff Lydia Larkin drove by in her official white Blazer and Dean repressed the impulse to give her a one-finger salute.
He wondered if it was Lydia Larkin, the new deputy, hot on the trail of a speeder.
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
He turned to Lydia Larkin as one of the EMT personnel hurried over.
Dean's Jeep was at the uphill end of the line of cluttered vehicles and Lydia Larkin was long gone by the time he was free to leave.
Lydia Larkin continued to stare, then shrugged and began filling her glass.
Ms. Larkin was far from sober, but Dean had unanswered questions.
They were close to wrapping up the session when deputy Lydia Larkin moved quietly into the room.
Dean joined the applause while Lydia Larkin looked embarrassed.
Lydia Larkin moved a step forward.
Dean thought about Lydia Larkin, the new redhead in town.
"There's Lydia Larkin," Cynthia said, reluctance evident in her voice.
Perhaps it is time to visit Ms Larkin again.
Ten minutes later, Lydia Larkin answered her door dressed in very tight and very small white shorts with a red elastic thing that covered only her breasts and nothing of the acres of skin in the middle.
Lydia Larkin thought the story was nonsense.
Lydia Larkin opened the door as soon as she spotted Dean.
Lydia Larkin spun out of the meadow in a cloud of dust, leaving Dean to await its dissipation before following in his open vehicle.
As he drove back to town, he continued to mull over what Under Sheriff Larkin had said about Fitzgerald.
Lydia Larkin had led Dean in with neither exchanging a word.
Aside from Larkin, there was only an elderly clerk who neither looked up nor spoke.
Larkin (1802-1858), was instructed to work for the secession of California from Mexico, without overt aid from the United States, but with their good-will and sympathy.
Among other authors may be noticed Henry James, sen., in Literary Remains; Prof. Masson, Carlyle, Personally and in his Writings; Conway, Thomas Carlyle; Larkin, The Open Secret of Carlyle's Life; Mrs Oliphant in Macmillan's Magazine for April 1881; G.
Some of the plants are among the largest in existence, notably the Union and the Wagner Palace car works, the Union dry docks, the steel plants of the Lackawanna Iron and Steel Company, and the Larkin soap factory.
It was designed by Larkin G.
Lydia Larkin is running for sheriff.
Knowing Lydia Larkin, I'm not so sure.
Dean didn't think Lydia Larkin did anything for the fun of it.
He mulled the subject over in his mind and decided to speak to Lydia Larkin again.
It was Lydia Larkin, in uniform, in her official vehicle.
Lydia Larkin was a wreck, as unstable as the night Billy Langstrom died.
Lydia Larkin stood, feet apart, in the classic shooting position, both hands clamped on her smoking gun.