Would you leave the scene of your crime? The question lingered on
his tongue. But she was too far away. Impossible to reach. Or
would you stay and play the part of clueless bystander?
Deputy Pendowski returned ten minutes later to order him home.
"You shouldn't be out this late, kid," he said. As if he'd had any say
in the matter.
"I'm not a kid," Cooper muttered under his breath, fishing his car
keys from his pocket. He'd sobered up considerably over the last
two hours. Pendowski hadn't even thought to breathalyze him.
"Cooper." Calla trotted over to his side. Vincent trailed after her, his
hands tucked in the pockets of his letterman jacket.
"Hey." He tried to muster a smile, but it came out more as a pained
grimace.
Calla didn't even attempt a smile. "Let's get out of—"
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