Page 21 of Sin With Me
“Callin’ for an ambulance. You probably gave him a concussion.”
“Maybe he’ll get amnesia and forget this happened?” Wilder quips.
“This ain’t funny, Wilder!” I scold, and when the operator answers, I explain there’s a deputy passed out who needs assistance.
“They’ll be there in a few minutes,” she tells me. “Hang tight.”
This is a fucking nightmare.
“Wanna tell me why the hell you hit my deputy?” Sheriff Wagner crosses his arms, glaring at Wilder.
When he and the ambulance arrived, they put Wesley on a stretcher and sent him off to the hospital. He opened his eyes and spoke, but he’s going to have one hell of headache tomorrow.
“He called Delilah a whore and that’s completely out of line!” Wilder exclaims.
“Before or after he told you to get back in the truck?”
“After.”
“Mm-hmm. And why did you get out in the first place?”
“He was gonna make Delilah do a field sobriety test because he smelled beer on her and we were explainin’ that someonespilled theirs on her. I was the one who was drinkin’, which is why she was drivin’.”
“Well, he originally thought I was drinkin’ because I swerved to avoid hittin’ a squirrel.”
“And had you been drinkin’?” the sheriff asks.
“I had a couple margaritas earlier in the night before switchin’ to soda,” I admit.
“Alright, I’m gonna give you a breathalyzer and then take Wilder down to the station.”
“For what?” Wilder gapes.
The sheriff stares at him pointedly as if to say don’t push his buttons with stupid questions. Wilder’s lucky he’s not in handcuffs as it is, but the Hollis family is basically town royalty around here. Sheriff Wagner also knows Wilder won’t run or go anywhere, so he doesn’t bother cuffing him.
I’ve never known anyone besides Wilder to get away with so much shit.
“You better pray the judge takes it easy on you or that Wesley doesn’t press charges.”
Oh shit. Considering they have history, there’s no way he’snotgoing to.
“He called her a whore,” Wilder reminds him.
“And he’ll be dealt with appropriately,” Sheriff Wagner says. “Especially since I sent him home two hours ago.”
“What?” Wilder and I exclaim simultaneously.
“He wasn’t even on duty?” Wilder asks, sounding even more pissed off than before. “So he targeted us.”
“I don’t know until I get his statement. Regardless, you still assaulted an officer.”
What the hell was Wesley doing for two hours after his shift?
After the breathalyzer proves I’m not over the legal drinking limit, Sheriff Wagner tells me I’m free to go and then leads Wilder to the back of his SUV.
“Can I take him home after you book him or are you holdin’ him?”
“As long as he cooperates, he’ll get PR’d until he sees the judge on Monday.”
