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“Miss, this isn’t Bobby” A deep cultured voice spoke with a suggestion of an accent

“Oh sorry, this is the number for Bobby Richardson, isn’t it?”

“It is, but Bobby is indisposed at the h that made it all clear

“Well you can pass the , including where Tate had been a couple nights ago and where he was now “He needs someone with him now I don’t kno much you know but –”

He cut , Miss”

“Teddy,” I added “Call me, Teddy”

“I’ll let Bobby know”

“And she’ll show up, right? Because I need her or you, soet their asses down to the station now!”

“Yes, Teddy, someone will be there”

“Great, thank you, whoever you are!” I disconnected the call, quickly dressed and scanned the area outside the house before I darted to the car,on my next call

“Hello?” Max’s voice was groggy and thick with sleep

“Max, wake up! The police just picked up Tate, so about an assault case I’ve called his lawyer and I’ht you’d want to know”

“What?”

“You heard as and went as quickly as the laws of physics and the state of Nevada would allow Tate was doingno one had ever done forloyalty and friendship deserved at least that much in return

This fighting for him, I could do easily