Dating stoners

A patrol car pulled into the parking space in front of the bed-and-breakfast. I recognized the officer from the desk earlier. He ran through the rain and ducked under the porch.Sergeant Wagner asked me to deliver this to you. He held out a manila envelope. “You have a good night, ladies. She kissed him into silence and Shan—her beloved, stoic, determined Shan—let her. But he didnt kiss her in return. That was unmistakeable. Anger worked both ways. I need to see her. My Jeren. Youre a piece of shit, Browne. Gabriel tossed the news file. Dakota had been one of them, a fellow officer whod been kidnapped, tortured, and almost murdered. The bastards had turned their backs on her. And now Im gonna use her as bait to catch this son of a bitch. Im not but not because my mother didnt try her best. Gabriel glanced at the huge clock on the wall. It was almost noon. Did the department ever try to find the house Dakota went to? No. No…Id never… Just why cant you be more like everyone else, Sam? Out with your friends instead of watching those movies? Picking out something nice with me. Not being here, buying this— She nodded towards the novel— shit. Put it back on the shelf. I think youve embarrassed yourself enough. So? Indarin and the others were almost out of sight, farther down the hill. At least they couldnt hear her. That was one single blessed relief. Do you think they care? We have to catch up, Lara. My husband, she said with a little more force than was necessary and turned her back on him. Jeren walked back to the pavilion, holding her body stiffly to keep from breaking down completely. No one else thought he was coming back. No one at all. That defeated her, more surely than Gilliad and his threats. She couldnt let them die, not like Mina and Devyn. [ i_001.jpg] I felt the knife plunge into my heart, ripping me apart as it twisted. Id accepted the fact that Salyer had killed Emma and built my new life on nothing but finding and killing him. Now that I knew she wasnt dead, nothing else mattered except saving her from him. This from the man whos dying and refuses to do anything about it? The same man who keeps hammering nails into his coffin with every cigarette he smokes? Forget it, Gabriel. You’re preaching to the wrong choir with a dead microphone. He told me, she replied in a voice which trembled, but remained strong in her defiance. But I cant let you kill him. Jeren closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She was painted crimson from neck to toes. A figure appeared in the doorway.Shes on her way. What a glorious gift he is! [ i_001.jpg].