terrible way to go. I'm not a credible witness because we're in a relationship. They'll poke any holes in that that they can. And your camera was on the bike in the garage, so who says you don't have two bikes, or we didn't alter the tapes, or … the list goes on. First we have to get you out of here. They're not going to file charges; they have nothing to go on. I'll be back."
But I was wrong, and they did.
"What the hell is this, sheriff? You're going to charge him for inciting a riot? For destruction of property, for … this is crazy. You know he has no reason to act like this, to ruin his career."
"People do strange things in the heat of passion you know," he said.
"That's patently ridiculous. We're posting bail."
"The judge has to set bail first, we'll see if we can get him back from his fishing trip," he drawled.
Eventually the whole ridiculous saga ended with Daire out on bail. And if he wasn't mad enough to flip over buses before, he sure was now.
Chapter 14
T he next morning the phone rang bright and early, so I knew it was terrible news.
"What's going on out there?"
My boss. Perfect. I sat up in bed and scrubbed my hair back from my eyes. The little twin bed that had been so comfortable in my childhood was slowly killing my back. The house was unfamiliar now, and creakier than I remembered it. Sometimes I think no sleep would be better than terrible sleep.
"Nothing sir, just a little misunderstanding."
"I thought you two were divorced," I could hear the disapproval in his voice. Was he mad because he had designs on me, or because he felt it would look bad to the public? Neither option was a nice one, this was getting to be too much like politics for my taste. I felt the acid begin bubbling in my stomach, and I hadn't even had coffee yet.
"Almost, sir," I winced at the white, well beige, well maybe gray, lie.
"I can't have my newest judge tied up in anything like this. This is not how I want to see you on the front page of the paper. Or reddit."
"Yes sir, I understand. I'll be back soon." More lies.
"I look forward to it. We should have dinner again. I like to mentor my junior judges, keep up with them. In fact, I think we should have a standing date, once a week to keep track of what's happening with your cases. I have high hopes for you. I don't want to see you muck it up with some also-ran, has-been rocky jock."
I swallowed back the biting comment I wanted to make and gritted my teeth, "Yes sir, I have a realtor working on the house, and you know not to believe everything you read in the papers. I'll be back there soon."
"I'm gonna hold you to that. Real tight," he chuckled at his own wit.
I felt like I needed a shower. Did they make soap that would wash off the feeling of your boss leering at you long distance?
In the kitchen I set the coffee on and tried to figure out who to call first. I was spared the decision by the phone ringing.
"Yes?"
"I have the morning free, are you home? I'm on my way over."
"Good morning to you too Miss Ally, I'm fine thanks, and you?"
"Are you kidding? We don't have time for small talk, I'll be right there."
"Okay, I'm here."
It seemed like moments later she was in the driveway.
"What did you do, take a helicopter?"
"Hey, I can still break out the high school lead-foot when I need to."
"Wow! I guess. Want some coffee?"
"What I want is to know what's happening."
I looked at her through lowered lids, "What exactly do you want to know?"
She held up two fingers and ticked off her topics as she talked, "What's up with you and Raiin, and what's up with Raiin and the riots. Um, maybe not in that order though."
"You're getting coffee anyway," I said as I put the mug in front of her. "Sorry, I'm low on doughnuts."
"Stop changing the subject."
"I wasn't. I was talking to you about a snack. I haven't eaten yet. I definitely need coffee."
"So?"
"Well about me and Raiin. I don't know. I mean, no, there can't be anything going on. I just can't have that right
But I was wrong, and they did.
"What the hell is this, sheriff? You're going to charge him for inciting a riot? For destruction of property, for … this is crazy. You know he has no reason to act like this, to ruin his career."
"People do strange things in the heat of passion you know," he said.
"That's patently ridiculous. We're posting bail."
"The judge has to set bail first, we'll see if we can get him back from his fishing trip," he drawled.
Eventually the whole ridiculous saga ended with Daire out on bail. And if he wasn't mad enough to flip over buses before, he sure was now.
Chapter 14
T he next morning the phone rang bright and early, so I knew it was terrible news.
"What's going on out there?"
My boss. Perfect. I sat up in bed and scrubbed my hair back from my eyes. The little twin bed that had been so comfortable in my childhood was slowly killing my back. The house was unfamiliar now, and creakier than I remembered it. Sometimes I think no sleep would be better than terrible sleep.
"Nothing sir, just a little misunderstanding."
"I thought you two were divorced," I could hear the disapproval in his voice. Was he mad because he had designs on me, or because he felt it would look bad to the public? Neither option was a nice one, this was getting to be too much like politics for my taste. I felt the acid begin bubbling in my stomach, and I hadn't even had coffee yet.
"Almost, sir," I winced at the white, well beige, well maybe gray, lie.
"I can't have my newest judge tied up in anything like this. This is not how I want to see you on the front page of the paper. Or reddit."
"Yes sir, I understand. I'll be back soon." More lies.
"I look forward to it. We should have dinner again. I like to mentor my junior judges, keep up with them. In fact, I think we should have a standing date, once a week to keep track of what's happening with your cases. I have high hopes for you. I don't want to see you muck it up with some also-ran, has-been rocky jock."
I swallowed back the biting comment I wanted to make and gritted my teeth, "Yes sir, I have a realtor working on the house, and you know not to believe everything you read in the papers. I'll be back there soon."
"I'm gonna hold you to that. Real tight," he chuckled at his own wit.
I felt like I needed a shower. Did they make soap that would wash off the feeling of your boss leering at you long distance?
In the kitchen I set the coffee on and tried to figure out who to call first. I was spared the decision by the phone ringing.
"Yes?"
"I have the morning free, are you home? I'm on my way over."
"Good morning to you too Miss Ally, I'm fine thanks, and you?"
"Are you kidding? We don't have time for small talk, I'll be right there."
"Okay, I'm here."
It seemed like moments later she was in the driveway.
"What did you do, take a helicopter?"
"Hey, I can still break out the high school lead-foot when I need to."
"Wow! I guess. Want some coffee?"
"What I want is to know what's happening."
I looked at her through lowered lids, "What exactly do you want to know?"
She held up two fingers and ticked off her topics as she talked, "What's up with you and Raiin, and what's up with Raiin and the riots. Um, maybe not in that order though."
"You're getting coffee anyway," I said as I put the mug in front of her. "Sorry, I'm low on doughnuts."
"Stop changing the subject."
"I wasn't. I was talking to you about a snack. I haven't eaten yet. I definitely need coffee."
"So?"
"Well about me and Raiin. I don't know. I mean, no, there can't be anything going on. I just can't have that right
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