The light flickered and died, and her slap caught him alongside the face with an incredible power, spinning him to the floor. Weeping and sobbing, mut...ering things to herself beneath her breath, Sophie wrapped her arms about her own waist and ran from the ruin of the warehouse."Are you alright?" Caerys asked him, already looking out the door where she'd gone, looking to follow."Go, see to her, I'll be fine," he assured her."It's not personal," Caerys tried to tell him. "She's just upset about. Take it back here. The guy said it was important," said Rob Winthrop. "Hello," I said. "What? Of course. I'll be down there in half an hour. Sit tight." I hung up. "Rob, I gotta go. Something's come up. Something big. I'll call you after I know what's going on," I said, as I wiped my hands on my apron. Stripping the apron, I was out the door even as my boss was waving at me to get going. The county lockup was relatively new. I'd never seen it let alone visited it. But, now it had one inmate. Our eyes adjusted,and John is waiving us over to the middle of the bar,where he is sitting.By the time we say our hello's,the guy sitting next to John,who had his eyes fixated on Red's tits,shook hands with John and left, freeing up one seat.Red took the seat next to John,and although I couldn't hear what they were saying,because the music was blaring,but I could tell from their body language,that this might turn into a fun night after all.As We had a few drinks,Red was be flirty,and he was. I gave him a curious look. “Take out? You don’t cook?”Jack gave me a very sheepish look. “Uh, no, not really.”I looked in his refrigerator. It had a couple of six-packs of beer, some pizza still in the box, some other leftovers in plastic ‘doggy bag’ containers, and not much else. The refrigerator looked barely used, in fact there was still tape holding the butter dish in the door from shipping. “Good lord!” I half muttered. I opened the oven and found the plastic-wrapped instruction manual.