Chapter 7
“Rough night?” Rob asked when Darren came into the kitchen early Wednesday morning, after changing out of his uniform.
“You can tell, huh?” Darren poured a cup of coffee then leaned against the counter. He glanced down when Smokey rubbed against his leg, bending to pet him. “Rough, but productive. Someone spotted the punks who beat you up. Problem is, they got away before our guys could arrest them. At least it tells us they’re still around.”
“Downtown, I take it,” Rob said as he took the meatloaf out of the oven.
“Yep. No reports of them attacking anyone last night, but since they’re around, it’s pretty much a given they will eventually. Then we’ll have them.”
“If one of your guys is in the right place at the right time.”
“True, so let’s hope they are.” Darren got his and
