Police Impounds

After the state police jotted notes on their clipboards and filled out report after report, John and Tammy were finally given permission to carry on with the rest of their evening. A technician took photographs of the damaged Jeep as it sat on the shoulder of the interstate. John spent the time between answering questions figuring out what it would cost to fix his busted window.

John never brought up the shots fired at him two nights ago. There was no need to muddy the water. Although, his gut told him the shootings were somehow related. All he had to do now was figure out the how and the why.

"Is it worth going on to Williamsburg and getting something to eat?" John asked Tammy. It was noisy with the window missing. The sixty-mile an hour night air was blowing in and making a mess of their hair and idle conversation was nearly impossible.

"What time does Andy's Seafood Buffet close?"

"Bet they stay open late. They have a bar and all that. Don't you think?"

"We can try it if you're not in a hurry to fix that window?" She was nearly screaming.

John did not see how they were going to have a nice quiet dinner and talk over the case after all that had happened. But, God she was beautiful. This was business and he would just have to suck it up.