“What do we tell him, then?” Leanne asked, puzzled.
“That he hasn’t gone off the road and there’s no trace of him,” Boyt said, his mouth full of fries.
“Doesn’t that mean we need to go up and actually look?” Sid asked.
“Yeah, we’ll make a showing,” Levy said. “Best head up after lunch. Boyt, you and Sid take that. I need Haylee on something else. Got to go talk to Old Man Clooney,” he told her.
The female deputy groaned. “Seriously? That man is grungy and the place smells like old pee.”
“I know, but his neighbors are worried. They haven’t seen him for a couple days, and he’ll talk to you.”
“Because you have tits,” Sid chuckled, slurping his soda.
“Nice ones, too,” Boyt winked.
“Boyt Wessler, that can be interpreted as sexual harassment,” Leanne scolded.
“Awe hell, Leanne. She knows I think so. But it goes no further than that. We have us an understanding.”
“So long as you know. I don’t want to be filling out paperwork on you.” She swatted at him with a smile.
“It’s cool, Leanne,” Haylee said. “And it’s true. They are impressive.” She stuck her chest out, laughing when the men all stared.
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