One Clean Shot (The Rookie Club, Book 2) by Danielle Girard

Author:Danielle Girard [Girard, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2012-09-13T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Hailey followed Hal back to the station and started to get out of the car when he circled to the passenger side, opened the door and sat down. "I need a drink."

She wanted to go home, but she owed him after bagging out the night Carson was shot. She could do one drink. "Sure. Where?"

"O'Farrell's?"

"As long as you don't mean the theater." O'Farrell Sports Bar was a cop hang out but the O'Farrell Theater was a well-known strip club in town. The idea of women officers at the theater was a long-standing joke with the male contingent of the department though not many—male or female—could have afforded the entertainment there. "I've never been to the theater, Wyatt," Hal said and though he'd attempted it as a little jab, she could hear the frustration in his voice, hoped it was borne from the case and not her.

Inside O'Farrell's Sports Bar, Hal ordered a beer on tap and Hailey asked for the same, tried to avoid making eye contact with the faces they knew. By this hour, the sober ones had gone home and what was left were the drunks. Hal lifted the cold pint glass and took a few long swallows then set it down, nearly empty.

"You okay?" she asked.

He didn't answer, lifted his hand for another and when the bartender came back with a full glass, he set down two shots, too. Something amber-colored. Whiskey probably. A couple of officers from Sex Crimes waved from across the bar. In the process, one of them—an old-timer almost at retirement—stumbled and fell back onto his barstool.

Hal lifted the shot, took a sip, made a face, and nodded to hers. "You going to drink that?"

"I think I'll pass."

Hal held the shot between two thick fingers where it looked more like a thimble than a shot glass, and tipped it down his throat. Took a few more sips of his second beer and stood up, threw a twenty on the bar. "Let's get out of here."

Hailey looked at her full glass, decided she didn't need anything to drink.

He held the door for her and she followed him to the car. "You need to get home?" he asked.

Hailey glanced at the clock. Ten-thirty. "I've got time. I can take you first."

"I want to make a stop."

She watched him. "Where?"

He nodded. "I'll show you." In the car, Hal dialed and asked if Damon Robbins was still a patient. A moment later, he frowned and nodded. When he hung up, he said, "He's at CJ-nine." It meant Robbins had gotten medical release from the hospital jail ward and had been transported back to the regular city jail at the Hall. "Let's go talk to him."

Hailey started the car but stayed in park. "You sure that's a good idea?"

Hal didn't meet her gaze, and whatever frustration he felt seemed to be getting sharper. Without a word, she drove back to the station and parked on the street. The two of them entered the jail via the steps where Dwayne Carson had been shot the previous night, before Hailey knew about Jim's lies.

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