Ivory sighed.

"Look, said Ivory. I didn't mean to offend you. That's not my intention. But I have to go where ever my investigation takes me."

"No offense taken, replied Silvers. But I want you to know that I am standing behind Killarney. He maybe starting to look like a chili dog because he eats so many and he may be ninety nine cents short of a dollar, but he's a good kid."

"I admire your loyalty to you players, said Ivory rising to her feet. But nobody, not even you will stop me from doing my job of catching two murderers. If it means coming after one of your player so be it! Understood"!

"Clearly," replied Silvers.

"I don't want it to be Killarney either," thought Ivory as she left the office.

The clock on Stud's bedside table said 9:45, to early for him to get up, but yet he didn't feel like staying in bed either, at least not alone. Another morning of waking up alone meant another night of going to bed alone. A dry spell at the plate was a hazard of his chosen occupation. But a dry spell in bed was something new to him. Throwing back the covers, he reluctantly forced himself from the comforts of his bed.

As the water ran in the shower, Stud stood at the sink brushing and flossing his teeth and shaving his face. Brushing and flossing before breakfast was something his mother had taught him as a small boy. Finished at the sink, he jumped into the shower.