I liked to be first to the library, and first to get hold of the paper. Then I could share it with Claire.I hated people reading over my shoulder, but...I always shared the paper with Claire. It meant that we had to get close to each other, into each other’s ‘personal space.’ If I was at the table, she would come up behind me, one hand on the back of my chair, the other on the table, leaning over me. If I was on one of the low comfy chairs, she would kneel beside me. Whichever it was, it drove me. "A little cooperation and you might get to see the sun again," Tina continued and then shrugged. "It doesn't really matter though; it'll all come out soon enough. It always does, Floyd."Peterson pursed his lips and watched his town go by slowly. There wasn't anything to say and the Ranger was right. It would all come out anyway, but he was getting old."Money," the coroner said and Tina looked at him in the mirror, arching her eyebrows. "I didn't have anything to do with Barbara getting killed.". From the looks of theplace, she'd done it in early mad scientist. And at that point, Iwouldn't have been surprised if I'd seen Frankenstein lying on one ofthe tables.I was led to the far corner of the room where three doors with smallpeepholes built into them were set into the wall. Rocco freed my armsand opened the middle door. On the other side of the door was a smallroom, maybe eight by eight. A toilet and a sink were on one side, andon the other was a cot. A small, gnomish looking man sat. “Well, before I settle I thought would see the world a little more, immerse myself in a new place.” Becca blushed slightly as she partially winked. I downed the last of my beer as our food was done, just the warm chocolate cookies left to have. With a dramatic flourish, I opened the cookies with a Ta-Da. She grinned, picking up a cookie and digging in; smiling, I copied her.“My favourite, Greg, thank you for getting the meal spot on for me.” She smiled warmly and genuinely at me. I ate my.