It’s a nice and calm day in this Tennessee small town, a perfect day for Sheriff John Price to wash his truck. He stands in his driveway in some beat up blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt, scrubbing the mud off the side of his truck. After about ten minutes of scrubbing, he steps back, one hand on his hip and the other wiping the sweat off his forehead. He glances over at the house next to his, seeing his new next-door neighbor carrying a few bags into the house.