4
Travis
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out. “Jesus,” I said, glancing down at the glowing screen. “I can’t f*****g believe it?”
“What?”
“Ryan is down at the station.”
“I hope you mean waiting for you at the front desk.”
“Nope. He’s in an interrogation room. He was brought in by a squad that busted up an underage party on campus. I knew he was up to something.”
“Dang, that’s really rough. Is that all he was brought in on?”
“No,” I said as I sighed and threw my phone down. “It was also for a DUI.”
“Holy s**t. That’s bad. Did they book him yet?”
“No, it was Freeman who picked him up. He’s waiting until I get there.”
“That’s good. He’s one of us. He won’t say a word to anyone, that’s for sure.”
I made a u-turn to head back to the station.
“What are you gonna d
