Isn't the Morning After Just Lovely?

[out_of_my_time]

Sam blinks his way out of an uncharacteristically untroubled sleep to the sound of the static on his television.  He blinks at it through the lingering scraps of sleep that cloud his vision, then rolls out of bed, grumbling, to switch the set off.   It takes him a moment or two to remember the events of the night before, and when he finally does,

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[manc_sheriff]

Half past eight in the morning and already it feels like it's been a long day. Long night, Gene decides, then grimaces around his cigarette. A morning scotch -- not bullpiss this time, but the good stuff -- should have cured those nasty, fly away thoughts. Lucky thing he restocked his flasks, then. It seems like he's going to need them

[out_of_my_time]

'Shot him in the stomach?' Sam echoes, snatching the case file from the desk. ‘You’d think if they wanted to kill the bloke in his sleep, there’d be less messy ways to go about doing it

[manc_sheriff]

As Sam pages through all three pages of the collected reports, Gene sucks down another long drag or two of cigarette and fetches his coat. He listens to Sam spin his cogs around the known information, tugging on his driving gloves, and scooping the keys from the desk.

He jangles them obnoxiously in Sam's direction. 'I reckon that's why he called us. So we can find out.' Gene knocks his head in the direction of the street. 'Car.' Short, sweet, effective order, he stalks out of his office, giving Sam a wide-berth.

'Chris! Ray!' Chris nearly topples onto his face with the way he misses kicking the ball. Ray laughs at him, but at least they're both up and moving. 'Get in the car.'

Gene exits the building, assured the three are right behind him, and starts up the Cortina.

[out_of_my_time]

Sam doesn't have time to summon a suitably caustic retort to Gene's sarcasm before the man pushes past him. Or rather, before the man steps around him in what's really an unnecessarily wide arc. Well, Sam reflects for a moment, if Gene's going to be making a point of avoiding all physical contact, Sam can at least look forward to a day without getting thrown up against a wall or punched in the stomach