“So how long do you need before you can meet me at the sheriff’s office?” she wanted to know. “It would probably be politic of me to let you make the introductions, since you’re the invited party guest and I’m the crasher.” One thing that Clay had to give Kim, she never threw her federal weight around unless circumstances forced her to do so. “This is one party that I’m sure Sheriff Callahan doesn’t mind you crashing, but if you’ll give me an hour to, uh…” Say goodbye to Tate, run back to Justin’s to shower and change, try to figure out what the hell he was going to say to Tate’s mother this morning… Morning, ma’am. Hope my shagging your daughter all through the night didn’t disturb your sleep. God. What exactly was the protocol for this type of situation? “… get ready, then I’ll do you one better than meeting you. Tell me where you’re staying, and I’ll pick you up.” She did, and Clay plugged the address into his phone. “Got it. We’ll look the footage over with the locals, and then decide where to go from there.” Clay ended the call, splashed some water on his face and finger combed his hair. He looked exactly what he was – hung-over, sleep deprived, and gluttonously sated – but as time was of the essence there wasn’t much he could do.
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