The end to a nervewracking and weird weekend
The truck was full of gear, Blair was bleary eyed and barely awake and they were racing into Cascade as fast as that old truck could go. Guzzling coffee, Blair stole glances at Jim. He was tight jawed though his hands were relaxed on the wheel. He lived for this. No wonder he took everything at the cabin in stride when Blair was still a wreck from it all. But at least now it was out in the open and he would just deal with the fact that Jim didn't hate him, nor had he run or kicked him out. It was at least a start.
The truck came to a grindding halt, both of them out before the tires had seemed to stop moving. Jim held up his badge to the uniforms on the line as Blair slid his laminate around his neck.
They found Simon to get the situation and Blair couldn't help but wince.
Two dead. Three still being held and a crazy soon to be ex husband that hadn't reacted well to the divorce papers. Wasn't love grand?
The truck came to a grindding halt, both of them out before the tires had seemed to stop moving. Jim held up his badge to the uniforms on the line as Blair slid his laminate around his neck.
They found Simon to get the situation and Blair couldn't help but wince.
Two dead. Three still being held and a crazy soon to be ex husband that hadn't reacted well to the divorce papers. Wasn't love grand?