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go.”
    “That’s bullshit.”
    “I can make it two hundred dollars.” Gabe stepped close and leaned into her ear. “And Stanger will get to fuck you for free.”
    Tawny shook her head but said nothing.
    “You don’t fuck for money anymore in my town. Got that? You turn tricks, do it somewhere else.”
    “What’d I do?”
    “I just said you got caught fucking for money in my town. I’m pretty fair when it comes down to it. You break the law and don’t get caught, well, there’s not much I can do about that. But when you’re dumb enough to end up in the back of one of my cruisers, I’ve got to put you out of business. That’s why the good citizens of Tallwood voted for me. Now pay the fine and get the fuck out of here.”
    Stanger took Tawny by the arm and walked her out the door. As she left, Gabe noticed her shoulders hitch up and down and heard the first few soft cries. Then she was down the hall and out of eye and ear shot.
    Gabe smiled and swaggered over to the other side of the office. He fired up the Bose Wave CD player he’d bought on eBay and slid in the Misfits Earth A.D. A couple of clicks and Green Hell roared over the speakers. Gabe went into full air guitar mode, head banging and screaming Glenn Danzig’s lyrics at the top of his lungs.
    Half-way through the song, Gabe quit singing and started howling like a wolf at the moon. He was on his third howl when a hand tapped his shoulder. Gabe spun and fired a left jab, hitting Stanger in the forehead. His right hand had his sidearm drawn and leveled at his deputy a second later.
    Stanger threw up his hands and said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
    Gabe’s jaw tightened. He reached behind him and switch off the gnashing punk rock. “Damn it, I told you not to sneak up on me when I’m in my zone.”
    “Shit, sorry, Sheriff.” Stanger rubbed his forehead. “Just wanted to let you know she paid the freight. I told Lyle to take her out to the town line.”
    Gabe nodded. “How’s the head?”
    Stanger quit rubbing. “Hurts like a bitch.”
    “Ah, it can’t be that bad.” Gabe chuckled and holstered his sidearm and removed his gun belt and hung it on the coat rack and moved back around his desk and sat down. “Bet my hand hurts more. You’ve got one fucking solid melon.”
    Stanger chuckled albeit weakly.
    Gabe motioned at the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”
    Stanger did. Gabe opened the top right drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of Wild Turkey. He set two highball glasses next to it. He poured two fingers worth in each and pushed one across to his deputy.
    “Drink up.” Gabe reclined back and sipped his. “You did good work tonight.”
    Stanger sighed, his jowls jiggling. “Wasn’t exactly hard.” He drank half the glass. “No pun intended.”
    “Well, you landed the town another hundred dollars and put a whore out of business. Not too bad in my book.”
    Stanger shrugged and polished off the Turkey. Gabe offered him the bottle. He took it and refilled his glass.
    “Something bothering you, Stanger?”
    “Nah.”
    Gabe smirked. “You don’t like that I used the whore and then kicked her out, do you?”
    “Nailing some whore don’t bother me none—”
    “But taking her money and forcing her out of town does.”
    “Just seems like we’re taking the court out of the process is all. We’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
    Gabe nodded and refilled his glass. “You’re right. I am taking the court out of the process. Where I can. Do you know why?”
    “Make it easier. Get it over and done with.”
    “You could say that. Here’s something else, though. How much tax payer money would have been spent on Miss Tawny if we were to book her and await the judge? It’d take a couple of days to get to the courthouse based on the schedule. You know she’d have to have a court appointed attorney. More tax payer money down the drain. And let’s not forget meals, toiletries, and the cost in man-hours to ensure a guard was