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Evan has taken on a double shift to help a colleague. Somehow he feels as if it might be better to give Chan and the kids time alone, without him. Yet he feels guilty for feeling that way. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Evan’s night had been a long one, but relatively
uneventful. He’d issued warnings to a few speeders, ticketed a couple he
recognized as repeat offenders. Helped a stranded motorist with a flat tire and
was called to the scene of a domestic dispute which ended with him taking an
abusive spouse to jail. Now he was done, paperwork complete and turned in, and
he was ready to call it a night.
The trouble was that for once the thought of going
home didn’t appeal to him. And that only served to make him feel guiltier than
he already felt.
According to the clock in his cruiser, it was already
after one. Chan and the kids would be long asleep, so no sense in calling. They
wouldn’t miss him, or notice his absence. He tried to tell himself he just wasn’t
tired. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep, too wound up from having worked an extra
shift. But if he was completely honest with himself, it was much more than
that.
He considered just driving around Tucker Falls until
he was ready to head back to the house and go to bed. Not that there was exactly
anything to see at this time of night. Maybe it was because he spent so much
time in his vehicle that it had become a form of refuge for him.
Or a place to hide, he couldn’t help but think.
Not until he found himself driving by Partners did
he decide that he could use a night cap. Something to get him through the
night. He didn’t really have time for more than a drink or two anyway, since
the bars all closed at 2 AM, and last call came at least fifteen minutes before
that.
He pulled into the parking lot. Typical Friday
night, maybe thinned out just a little due to the lateness of the hour. That
and a new place had opened on the other side of town. He’d been meaning to take
Chan there, but the opportunity had yet to present itself.
He parked the cruiser away from the other cars and
headed inside. He was the object of a few glances as he headed toward the bar,
but once they realized he was only there for a drink, not to roust anyone, they
relaxed again. Evan wasn’t the only lawman who wore his uniform in Partners,
although he didn’t do it that often.
He stood at the bar, surveying the crowd as he waited
for the bartender to move his way. He wasn’t sure what or who he was looking
for, if anything. In the back of his mind, he’d hoped maybe Roy would be there.
That was kind of a long shot, though. He saw no sign of his friend or his
boyfriend.
That being the case, he took a seat on a vacant bar
stool and ordered a draft when he was asked what he wanted. It was cold and
went down smoothly, giving him something to focus on other than himself, or
anything else.
Before he realized it, his glass was empty and he
ordered a second.
“Put that on my tab and give me the same,” came a
voice beside him. Evan turned in surprise to see an older man slide into the
seat beside him. Maybe fifty or so, his dark hair was lightly salted with a
little white. He wore a dark suit, but had unbuttoned the jacket, revealing the
white shirt underneath. He smiled at Evan.
“That’s not necessary,” Evan began but the stranger
waved his hand at Evan’s words.
“My pleasure. You looked alone, I’m definitely
alone, and you know what they say about drinking alone…”
Evan couldn’t help but ask, “No, what do they say
about drinking alone?”
“That you shouldn’t do it.” The man laughed, even as
the bartender set their beers in front of them. “And you shouldn’t drink with a
stranger either, so let’s get that out of the way. Frank Murdoch.” He held out
one hand toward Evan.
“Evan Rainsford,” Evan said, shaking the proffered
hand.
“Nice to meet you, Evan,” Frank said. “I guess it’s
not going out too far on a limb to ask if you’re in law enforcement.” His gaze
raked up and down Evan, making him slightly uncomfortable, although he pushed
the feeling aside.
“That’s pretty obvious, I guess.”
“Now it’s your turn to guess what I do.” Frank
grinned. “I know what you’re thinking. Funeral home, am I right? People tell me
I dress like an undertaker.”
“I wasn’t going to guess that,” Evan admitted. “Honestly,
I don’t know. Clothes can be misleading, I’ve learned. Like judging a book by
its cover.”
“How right you are,” Frank agreed. “I like the way
you think.” He leaned closer to Evan, laying his hand on top of Evan’s arm.
Evan automatically moved his arm back, out of reach. The man didn’t seem fazed by
Evan’s apparent rejection of his overture. Assuming that’s what that was.
“I’m in insurance, by the way. Auto, life…whatever
you need. What do you need, Evan?”
This conversation had taken a sudden turn for the
worse, not anything like Evan had envisioned. Although what he thought was
going to happen, he couldn’t say either. Before he could tell Frank he had the
wrong idea, Frank leaned in close enough to whisper in Evan’s ear.
“I know lonely when I see it, Evan. And you have
lonely written all over you. How about you and me go into the back and get
un-lonely together?”
Evan fought to keep from showing just how repugnant
that idea was. The idea of going back there for any reason was repulsive to
him, but especially to be with this man or any other man. He loved Chan, he
would never do that to him.
Rising so suddenly, he sent a startled Frank
careening back into his seat, he said, “No thank you,” tossed a few bills on
the bar and hurried off.
to be continued
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