|About Ready to Give Up (Tag hes_onthe_jazz)
||[May. 21st, 2011|09:49 am]
It had been a long, fruitless week. He and Hanson had found plenty of people who had seen Smith, even if they wouldn't admit it. He didn't need confessions, just thoughts. But none of them knew where he was now. Or any of his regular hideouts.
And everything he'd found out about this guy... made him feel awful about being on this case. He'd done his share of vigilante work himself. And Smith... well, he always seemed to be helping the innocent against the ones the cops couldn't touch, for one reason or another.
He was about ready to tell Audrey to take this case and shove it. The tension in the hotel had gotten to the point where he'd stormed out before he did something stupid. There was a bar nearby, that he'd used to go to when he lived in LA.
Oh, yes, that was another thing. LA. Every street had something that reminded him of the life he'd had torn from him, the wife who'd cheated on him. The ruins of happiness.
No wonder he needed a drink.
And so, here he was, out on the street in the gathering evening, striding towards a bar.