His lab rat comment drew a musical laugh from her...it was one of the milder nicknames dubbed to those in her profession, and it certainly didn't bother her any. "Yes...I suppose I am queen of the lab rats...considering my colleague is male." She winced at the thought of the man...Ben was his name, and he gave definition to the word nerd. 6 years her senior, he acted like he was triple that. He even smelled old.
The surprise on his face when she mentioned Memphis' name would have been comical if it was in any other situation. As it was, she was simply too embarrassed to care. He seemed genuinely shocked to learn of her relation to Stanley...how much had he researched her brother? What had Stanley gotten himself into? "Stanley is my half brother. We shared a mother...my father met her at one of his 'skyscraper events'. She was the help." She sighed softly. "Nine months later...here I was. She died two years later...cancer. My father took me in. Stanley...well, his father wasn't good for him. He took to the streets." What was the point in hiding the ugly truth? He knew enough already...might as well fill his plate.
She'd known there'd been something big that had happened years ago...so she wasn't entirely surprised to learn of Memphis and Tumbler's prison time. She watched through a worried gaze as he dialed his phone, her confusion mounting. It all became a little clearer, though, as he asked for Memphis and began asking about her. Any good cop would do the same...he was protecting whatever case was going on here. She didn't blame him for it in the slightest. She quirked a brow at his final comments into the phone, wondering what was going on at her brother's, and who the kid was? Maybe Elden or Desiree? She remembered them vaguely.
She listened as he spoke, utterly flabbergasted that the things that had happened here were so grave they couldn't even be talked about here, in an empty bar. All she knew was, she wanted information, and she wanted it fast. She listened to the options available, immediately throwing away the idea of going to the station in her mind. She'd likely not be able to make it that long without finding out what the hell was going on! Going to his house seemed plausible. She wasn't the type to randomly go home with men...but his situation was different. Far different. Besides...the dynamics here had changed. One text message had blown her shot with this guy, so it wasn't like she was going to bed with him.
He rose while she was deliberating, though she barely noticed. It was his little name name that brought her back to the land of the coherent. "I can't wait for the station. I'll follow you." She said, her delicate features knotted in worry. It was obvious that she was worried for her family, frustrated for the situation, and still utterly embarrassed at having him find out just who her relations were. She put down a final tip and grabbed her purse, her lithe form rising. She didn't even bother to finish her drink...her mind was already swimming with everything else that was going down. "Lead the way, Seth." All things considered, she still wouldn't call him 'sheriff'. It had to get old, losing your identity to your occupation.
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It makes me wanna take a back road
Makes me wanna take the long way home
Put a little gravel in my travel
Unwind, unravel all night long
Makes me wanna grab my honey
Tear down some two-lane country
Who knows..
Get lost and get right with my soul
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