Page 39 of Dirty Filthy Boy
When I drag the bag, I quickly realize it's got a couple of wheels missing. And that's enough for a tear to slip down my cheek.
Ty puts his good arm around me. "It'll be okay, MacKenna. You'll see."
"Yeah," I swipe at the silly tears.
He gently takes my bag from me and leads the way. I grab Mar's overnight and follow him to the hallway where the detective is waiting.
"All done."
"Yeah."
"Okay." The cop proceeds to fix the crime scene tape across the door. There's so much of it, nobody can cross it without a noticeable tear. Not that it will stop anyone intent on breaking in. "If you want to get back into your apartment, please call us ahead of time. We'll need to remove the tape."
"I will. Thanks. You've been very thorough." And very kind.
"No problem. That's our job. Have you called your landlord?"
"Not yet."
"You might want to do so right away. At the very least, he'll need to provide you with a new door."
"I'll call him."
"Goodnight."
As he walks away, we silently follow, with Ty dragging the crummy suitcase with his good arm.
"I don't want you to worry. We'll figure things out. Okay?"
'We' aren't going to figure anything out. I'll deal with whatever needs to be dealt with. Just not tonight.
