Page 68 of Indescribable

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Page 68 of Indescribable

“I… wow… I, um…” Dale stutters.

Charlie nods. “I understand. This is a lot to hear and that’s why I just came out and told you.”

“Where is he now?”

“In lockup. I walked back a few minutes ago and he was sound asleep. He needs to be here overnight and will go before a judge tomorrow. Given the small amount and the fact that he’s a first time offender of anything, not even so much as a traffic ticket in over ten years, my guess is he’ll have to pay a fine and he’ll be released.”

“What the hell? This is insanity!”

“Could be a lot worse,” Charlie remarks.

“I meant that he got himself into this mess is insanity,” grumbles Dale.

“Surprised us, too,” Charlie admits.

“What do you need from me?” I ask Charlie.

“If you’re pressing charges –”

“I’m not.”

“Then just a statement regarding your call. We had reason to search him because of his behavior.”

I agree with Dale’s insanity comment. The Wyatt I married wouldn’t have done cocaine or acted the way he’s been acting. It makes me wonder how long he’s been using.

After giving Charlie my statement, Dale asks if he can see Wyatt.

He looks a little uneasy but says yes anyway.

I, however, don’t care to see him. Dale isn’t offended or surprised and tells me he’ll call me later.

When I get to Leah, she stands and hugs me without asking a single question.

“Ready to go home?”

“I think I need a bottle of wine and a nap after this day.”

She nods as we walk through the station doors. “Corbin and I are coming over tonight. She saw us walking into the station and texted me to see what was going on.”

I groan. “Great. That means Brock knows, too.”

Leah winces and points to a behemoth of a pickup waiting in a parking spot in front of the station. “I’m afraid he does.”

“Crap. I’m in trouble.”

“I don’t think you’re ever in trouble with that one. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Thanks for coming with me today.”

She gives me a tight hug. “Anytime.”

The walk to Brock’s pickup is too short and he’s out of the driver’s seat before I get there, prowling toward me. He opens the passenger door without a word and I climb inside.

He hoists himself up behind the wheel and backs out of his parking space, putting the truck in drive and starts down the road.

The silence in the cab is deafening as we drive through the streets of Red Oak, heading out of town.

I have no doubts where he’s going. We used to go for drives a lot when we were younger, always ending up at the same place. A small pond that is on his grandfather’s land.




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