Page 63 of Indescribable

Once they have him in the back of the cop car, I step outside to talk to them.

“What happened?” Charlie asks me.

“I have no idea. Something else is going on with him, though, Charlie.”

“Looks to me like he’s on something. Coke, maybe.”

I gasp. “What?”

He nods. “We’ll need you to come down to the station later on.”

“Okay. Is he… is he being arrested? I just wanted him to leave.”

“We’ll get him to the station and figure out what’s going on with him. If you’re not pressing charges, he won’t be arrested. Did he harm you in any way? Lay a hand on you?”

I shake my head. “No. I wouldn’t unlock the door.”

“Good. We’ll see you in a few hours. Maybe by then he’ll have slept off whatever’s in his system.”

“Thanks, Charlie.”

“Our job,” he says, giving me a nod and heading to the car.

Then they’re driving away with my ex-husband in the back of the police car. Never expected this to happen.

I lock up the house again and head out to meet Leah.

“Hey! I’m so sorry,” I tell Leah, sliding into the booth.

Leah sets her book down and gives me a smile. “No problem at all. Everything okay?”

“You wouldn’t believe it,” I reply, taking a drink of my sweet tea. “Let’s order first, then I’ll tell you.”

“I’m intrigued.”

Our waitress stops over, one I haven’t seen before, and takes our orders. My usual: a mushroom swiss burger, and a Reuben for Leah.

“Story time.”

“Wyatt showed up right before I was going to leave.”

“And?”

“He left in the back of a cop car.”

Her eyes go wide and her mouth gapes open. Leah blinks a few times and then shakes her head.

“I’m definitely going to need more of the story here.”

I lean over the table and lower my voice. “I think he’s on some kind of drug, Leah.” Her hand flies to her mouth and I nod. “He was actingcrazy. Not like him at all. And he looked awful. I asked him to leave but he wouldn’t. Asked him again and told him if he didn’t leave, I was calling the police. He still wouldn’t.”

“So you called the cops?”

I pull an eek face. “I did. I didn’t want him to think I was bluffing. If he wasn’t acting so erratic, I wouldn’t have, but he kept banging on the door and demanding that I let him inside. He was saying that he needed his stuff, too.”

“Didn’t he get it all when he moved out?”

“As far as I know, yes.”