“I need to know why you were in my cruiser,” he said, his gaze still firmly fixed on me. 

Bones had already opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “Well, you see, Mr. . . . ummm . . .” I didn’t even know this guy’s name. I cleared my throat. “Mr. Sheriff . . . guy . . .” I licked my lips nervously. Now I felt like a bigger bonehead than Bones.

“Sir . . . I guess I’ll call you sir . . . we saw all the commotion outside the bank and we figured if we stuffed our bikes in the trunk and jumped in the back seat of the cruiser we’d be safe. We were pretty scared, weren’t we, Bones?” 

“That’s right, Lump,” Bones said, nodding. “We were really scared.” 

I sighed with relief. Thank goodness. For once in his life, Bones was with the program.

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