Two-forty A.M. Lord, this night is crawling by. He figured that a statie should be arriving any minute. He felt dog-tired and wanted to climb back into bed beside Bonnie. He wanted to press up against her, feel her warmth, and listen to her breathe. Hell, he’d even let the cats up on the bed at this point. He flicked his cigarette into the snow and lit up another. He only had two more smokes left. Just one more thing to be miserable about. He wished he had grabbed another pack on his way out. The tips of his fingers, his ears, and his nose were freezing out there, but he’d be goddamned if he was going to wait inside. Couldn’t bear to see that poor girl all twisted up and lying there. He kinda regretted that he had to send the deputy off to Doc Pete’s. He could use the company even if Sokowski was a prickly son of a bitch. A nasty little boy who grew up to be a nasty man.
