Page 41 of Hunted: Season Two

“Then get a law degree,” leaves my lips in such a snarky fashion it receives a small chuckle.

“The first thing I would do is fine you for looking so fucking sexy, baby.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you know what lawyers do, Kid.”Giggles hit his ears sparking another smirk. “Stick to cars.”

“You think that might be an effective deterrent to any future attacks on my townspeople?” Investigates the sheriff at the same time he takes the offered documentation from the official bearing dark clothing.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Garcia warmly agrees to my surprise, summoning my gaze in his direction once more. “Perhaps for just a few days? I know my clients would hate to waste town resources on something that can probably be chalked up to nothing more than a string of unfortunate circumstances.”

Bradis an unfortunate circumstance.

And I cannot wait to change our luck.

Post immediately nods a second time. “We’ll give it ‘til the day after John’s funeral. Hopefully, everything will be settled down by then.”

“Hopefully,” Mutt confidently echoes.

“Looks like we’re done here.” Post hands the paperwork back to the coroner. “You folks sure you don’t need anything else from me?” His attention cuts our way. “Woods?”

“No thank you, Post.”

“Miss Ripley?"

I do my best to fake a bashful beam, shake my head, and busy myself with doodling.

“Alright then.” He states loudly convincing me to resume watching the fading interaction. “I’m off to do more paperwork.” His open palm is offered to Mutt first. “Do not hesitate to call if you see or hearanythingsuspicious. Roger that?”

“Of course.”

He means of coursenot.

And I know it’s not because he doesn’t wanna trust this town or the people in it…it’s simply because at this time, we don’t know who we reallycantrust.

Who Brad may have gotten to.

Who one of the bounty hunters may have paid off.

Who values money from strangers more than the life of those around them.

“Counselor.” Post shakes his hand next. “My office will be in touch if we have any follow up questions or information about the altercation and attempted break in.”

“I appreciate that, Sheriff.”

After the two men separate, Post wanders away towards his parked vehicle prompting me to tuck the hot pink pen in my messy bun beside my Mickey Mouse one and prepare for a review of the actual situation we’re facing rather than the one the cops are being sold.

Mutt and Garcia patiently wait side by side, talking and chuckling and grinning like the old friends that they are igniting jealousy in me and Kipp alike but for completely different reasons.

I don’t think they’re flirting or that Garcia wishes it were him Mutt was in love with.

No.

Thattype of jealousy is pointless to me.

Besides, I’ve never seen our boyfriend look atanyonethe way he does me and The Kid.

You can literallyseein his eyes how we give him life.

It’s sweet.

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