Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray and his bandaged hand were at the station. Ray and his bandaged hand were reading the reports on the whole freaky general-slash-Stark deal. Ray and his bandaged hand were not really happy about the way this investigation had gone.

Ray smelled something fishy. His hand, having no nostrils, didn't. He dumped his feet on the table and flipped through the file again.

Hey, it was actual policework, he was not gonna back down on it.

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[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale took a sip of his coffee and did not smile. A bit. He wanted to smile but he wasn't going to tease Ray if he felt that embarrassed about it.

"Very well. Then I guess a report is unnecessary at this time," Dale said officiously. "Go ahead and work on getting Stark in here for questioning and let me know if you hit any snags."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, um, snags," Ray muttered, ducking his head low and focusing intently on that file. "I'll get right on that. Thanks, Cooper. Um, Sheriff." Lieutenant. Whatever.

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Not a problem, Detective," Dale said in his most professional manner and headed back to his office and closed the door before he even thought of cracking a grin.