Page 69 of Declan
Rawley was one of his closest friends and he knew about Elise leaving for New York.
“I’m alright.”
“Again. Bullshit. You miss her.”
Declan sighed. “I do, but that’s why I wanted her to go. She needed to see where she belonged, and she’s made her choice.”
“Why can’t you move to New York?”
“What the hell would I do in New York?”
“Besides having the woman you love? Who the hell cares?”
“I’m not a New York type of person. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been there and it’s a great city, but I’m small town. Just like you.”
“I get that, Declan, but you’re miserable.”
“I’ll get over it. I have to. We’re from two different worlds and I don’t fit in hers and she doesn’t want to fit in mine.”
Rawley sighed. “I have a feeling nothing I say will change your mind.”
“Nope. Are you going to Nate’s wedding or does MDOL have you working?” Declan asked. Rawley was a livestock agent for Montana Department of Livestock and they’d worked cases together. That’s how they met and became friends.
“You know I’m off on weekends, unless called in, so I’m going to the wedding. Nate’s on cloud nine.”
“I bet. I haven’t seen him for a while, but he did ask me if I would be at the wedding. Hell, I wouldn’t miss it.”
After ordering lunch, the men talked about cases and Declan told Rawley about Johnston being arrested again.
“That prick needs to be in jail for vehicular homicide,” Rawley growled out.
“Bad thing is, he wouldn’t take a breathalyzer, so all he’s going to do is lose his license. Even though he’s on the dashcam.”
“Yeah, but you know as well as I do that he can say he fell. Hell, he could say the road was slick and lost control of the car. It wouldn’t be the first time a drunk lied. The only thing he has to worry about this time is he won’t get a restricted license. Hell, Declan, he could walk again.”
“I know.” Declan shook his head. “Losing his license isn’t enough.”
“You got that right. He’s a damn menace on the roads. He’s going to kill someone again.”
“I want him in jail for killing Dawn and to get him off the roads. He drives with his daughter in the car. What if he killed her?”
“I know. Drunks think they can drive just fine. I have a feeling he’ll get away with it again. Hell, losing his license is nothing to him. He’ll find someone to take him where he needs to go.”
“I’m going to be keeping my eye out for him. I’d love to see him driving because I know for a fact he has no license.”
“I’ll keep an eye out too.”
After lunch, the men parted ways and Declan made his way to his SUV cruiser and saw Tank on the back seat, asleep.
“Some K-9 you are,” Declan said when he opened the driver’s door, then grinned when Tank huffed out a sigh.
“Just a few more hours and we’re heading home. I just hope the snow lets up so we can get home.”
Declan pulled out of the parking lot, stopped at a light and saw Johnston standing on the sidewalk waiting to cross the street. He smirked at Declan when he passed in front of his car.
“My foot could slip, and no one would know,” Declan murmured, but sighed, knowing he’d never stoop to that level, but he promised himself, he’d get him one day.
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