Nineteen
Terin––––––––
I RETURNED TO the precinct with the video footage and ran into Fred, who was leaving for the day.
“They arrested and booked those two bikers who attacked you in the deli,” he said, pulling his car keys out of his jacket pocket.
“I heard. Did their attorney show up yet?”
He nodded. “They’re speaking with him right now. Both of their hearings are scheduled for Thursday morning.”
“Any news on the deli owner?”
“Nothing on Pete yet and Ronnie is still on the loose.”
“I figured as much. Well, have a good night,” I said.
“You, too. Go home and get some rest,” he ordered with a smile.
“I’ll try,” I told him.
After what had happened that day, I knew sleep wouldn’t come easy. At least not without a couple glasses of wine.
I took the elevator to the third floor and
