He saw Ron get out of the passenger's side of the car in front of Foxy Roxy's. There was no use of holding back now. It was back to his old tricks. He had had a few days to gaze through the LU yearbook, to study each girl's picture, but ultimately dog-eared two pages. One for tonight and one that he would hold off on. He managed to keep himself out of sight as the final person entered the salon.
Ronnie?!" Roxy looked over from the cash drawer. "You're sprung?" You need hidin' from Johnny McBain? I can stash you in the basement. He'll never look there..."
"Rox," Ron laughed. "Roxy, I didn't escape. They let me go." Jerry laughed at Roxy's speculation.
"Who's your friend, Ronnie?" Roxy fluffed her hair, moving closer.
"Rox, this is my brother, Jerry. He's here from Ridgeview."
"Another Walsh, huh?" Roxy said. "They're growin' 'em gorgeous in Ridgeview."
"OK, I'm here." Marcie said, walking in the door of the Hair Haven. "I didn't miss anything did I?"
Jerry just met Roxy" Ron said. Marcie tried to stifle a giggle. "I was just gonna go upstairs and tell Bobby..."
"No luck with that one, Ronnie" Roxy said. "Bobby took off early this morning."
"Oh..." Ron said. "I guess I'll just catch him when he gets back."
"Marcie?" Roxy looked over at her. "You OK, honey? You look a little green."
"I'm... I'm fine." Marcie said. "Just a little hungry."
"Well I can fix that" Roxy said. "How about lunch?"
"Thanks, Roxy but... I actually have a study group I have to get to. Jen... picked me up a hamburger."
"To go food." Ron said. "Nice."
"We'll have dinner tonight." Marcie smiled., kissing his cheek and then Jerry's. I promise."
Al walked into the LPD, looking around for a moment before spotting John. He made his way over " Hey... John" he said.
John looked up from the papers strewn across the desk in front of him. "Michael..." he said "What's up?"
"I heard that uh... Ron Walsh was released."
"Geez," John ran his fingers back through his hair. "News travels fast around here."
"Well do you have any other suspects?" Al asked. "You...looking at anyone else?.."
"Michael, you know I can't tell you if we are or not. I can tell you we have it under control."
"And I can tell you're lying." Al leaned back in his seat, arms folded across his chest.
"Agent McBain" one of the officers beckoned from down the hall. "The Commissioner..."
"I can't talk about this right now, Michael" John said, standing. I can't discuss this."
Al sat back as John walked down the hall. He sighed, leaning forward, eyeing the papers still lying on the desk. "Hmm." he said to himself. "It's not against the law if it's out in the open..." He looked around before leaning over the desk, flipping through the top few papers. "OK." he said softly. "Evidence..." He paused. "RW?.."
"Find anything interesting?" John said. AL jumped back.
"Me... no. No I was just... I was just leaving." Al stood quickly. "I'll... I'll see you later, John" John shook his head as Al left the station.
