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he was just here a minute ago," she said then clicked me to hold.
    "Savannah," Clay's voice boomed at me.
    "Clay, good to talk to you," I smiled, a smile shows on the phone, right? Don't realtors and car salesmen talk to you while they look in the mirror at their own smile?
    "You too young lady, what can I help you with?"
    "Well, I'm in town for a few days and I happened to see Daire," I glanced over at him and caught him smiling as I told the white lie, "and he mentioned some trouble. I was just calling to see how much trouble y'all think he's in."
    "Well, officially I'm not supposed to talk about the case," I could just see him hitching his brown uniform pants up over his belly as he chatted with me, "but I can tell you off the record he might be in a little bit of trouble."
    "How little? Raiin's kind of a magnet for trouble as I remember."
    "That's mostly just nuisance stuff, can't help that he's a hockey hero now can he?" was that a sneer I heard or did I just imagine it? "This is bigger though, we have his bike on video leading the charge, and of course he's always with his bike so we believe it to be him doing some of the destruction. They rocked the bus pretty good, and it looked like some wanted to set it on fire. While there wasn’t exactly a riot going on, the crowd sure was crazy. I'm not coming for him just yet, but at the very least, he is going to have some explaining to do.”
    "Are there any witnesses saying he was at the scene?"
    "No, no, but his bike was there."
    "Are you sure it was his bike."
    "Well the plate was obscured but the detailing and trim are the same, sure looks like his bike to us."
    "That's pretty thready, Sheriff," I looked directly at Raiin as I talked, did I really know him? Could I say for sure he hadn't done this? I felt like I could, but …
    "It's not all that thready Savannah. Like I said though, we have a few days yet before we're gonna come looking for him, or anyone, but he can expect a visit if that's what you're asking."
    "All right then, thanks for the information, I appreciate it."
    "You're welcome, maybe I'll see you around."
    Not if I see you first, I thought.
    "Thanks, Clay, we'll talk soon," I said and hung up the phone.
    "It was your bike," I said as I turned to face Raiin. His eyes met mine and my heart fluttered a staccato beat.
    "Nope," he shook his head. "It was not."
    "They have you on video."
    "They have someone on video."
    "Raiin, this is … I don't even know, why would you do this?"
    "Savannah, I didn't do anything but go home and sleep off a great game. You know me better than that, I wouldn't begin to hurt people,"
    I arched my brow at him.
    "Outside of the rink I mean. I don't need to," he stood and stretched to his full height. "No one messes with me anyway. Not anymore. Thanks for calling Clay for me, I'm gonna get out of your hair and go look for a bike that looks just like mine."
    "Oh good Lord, do not go playing private eye now."
    "It's my good name at stake," he grinned and winked at me. "See you around?"
    "Yeah. Oh! God! What time is it? I have to meet Ally!" I looked at the clock, 8:15, I had 15 minutes to be presentable and at the bar.
    "Go, shoo! I have to get ready."
    "You want a ride? I can drive, it will be like old times."
    "Yeah, no thanks," I said as I shoved him out the door. I was glad for the excuse, having him around was making me think stupid things. Like how to keep him around just a bit longer.
    He stopped and turned and for a second I thought he would kiss me again, but he just touched my cheek with his strong calloused hand, "See you soon," he whispered and left.
    I busied myself with a quick shower, skipped doing my hair, tossed on some make-up and was only 10 minutes late to see Ally.
    The Tavern was just like I remembered it. Some things never change and this was one of them. I pushed open the door and the familiar smell of the old bar rose up to greet me. It was a mixture of wood polish, used liberally on the bar and the tables, and