Silent

Ty stares up at the menu as Libby casually names some of the items off. It could all be Egyptian hieroglyphics and he wouldn't be the wiser, though he did recognize a few letters up there. Now if the board said "cat" and "run" he might be able to figure it out. At any rate, he was glad that Libby could find what she wanted.

He gives her a little grin. "You're welcome."

Finishing their order, he pays and they stand and wait until it's ready. While waiting, he looks back up at the menu again. "Hey, Libby..." He bites his top lip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, swaying just a little. "Tell me what the choices are again? But... list them from top to bottom... then I can remember what numbers they are next time I come. I might... I might want to try something different sometime."


JT gives a short laugh. "Yeah..." He holds up his pop. "This just isn't cutting it."

He looks in on Bree again before shutting the door and wandering back around to the passenger front seat. Getting in, he just thinks for several moments. What had he gotten them into? Did they really do the right thing? Was there really no other way? Did this wrong really make a right?

Setting his pop bottle down in the cup holder, he points to the highway. "Just keep on going... when you hit Pine Valley, you'll wanna start heading south just a bit."

Leaning back in his seat, he tries to keep his eyes open and even tries smalltalk to stay awake. But it wasn't very many more miles before he was sound asleep.


"Who was the other man with you? ...What other information did you have? ....Who helped you, Brent?!"

Gunner sat at the table, his hands cuffed in front of him. His eyes remained glued to the wall behind the detective and his lips remained silent.

The detective's palm slams down on the table. "Breaking and entering! Assault! Attempted murder! Kidnapping! How long do you want the list, eh? We will find out who else helped you... and all of you will pay for this. But trust me... you want it to go easier, you start talking."

Silence.

"Fine. Sit here and think it over for a few hours. The chief will want to know about this."

The door slams shut and Gunner leans down to put his head in his hands. He would not give up JT, Scott or Dalton. Tomorrow he would start asking to see someone who maybe could help. But for now, he would remain silent.