"Woody Hoyt is that you?" Mike got up from his desk and clapped his hand down on his friend's shoulder. Woody smiled nervously. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm... I need to ask you for a job." Woody scuffed the toe of his shoe against the desk.
"No problem, you name it. I'll-." His friend was nodding.
"I need you to turn me down, Mike." Woody kept his voice low.
"Huh?" His friend leaned back a little to take in Woody's face.
"I need you to leak it that I asked for a job and you turned me down flat." He wondered how he was going to get the message across.
"Woodrow if you need a-." He was shaking his head now.
"I need you to turn me down.." Woody repeated.
"Okay." Mike put his hands up in the air in confusion.
"I'm really sorry about this." He whispered picking up a binder of depositions off of his friends desk. "You don't have to do anything except make sure it leaks." With that he slammed the heavy object to the floor.
"DAMN IT! I THOUGHT I COULD COUNT ON YOU!" Woody yelled suddenly, keeping his eyes glued on his childhood friend. "COME ON MAN I NEED A JOB!"
"What's going on?" Mike asked quietly.
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" Woody raised his eyebrows at him and Mike shook his head with a bemused grin.
"What's her name? Is it that Jordan girl?" He teased. Woody rolled his eyes, if he only knew. "MY FATHER'S A LEGEND HERE! HE TAUGHT YOU EVERYTHING YOU KNOW!"
"Sheriff? You need help in here?" A deputy turned the corner in a hurry.
"You could show Mr. Hoyt to the door." Mike said his eyes never breaking from Woody's gaze. He grinned at him quickly before yanking his arm away from the officer.
"I know where the door is. I know where it is." He looked back a his friend. "I thought I could count on you."
"Get him out of here!"
There. Woody thought, Sit tight for another week and then I can get the hell out of this one stop light town for good.
He heard the cell phone ringing from the glove box of his car when he opened the door. It was the cell phone.
"Nige?" He said wearily as he pressed the green talk button.
Bug's POV
"There's a leak. They're has to be a leak." Nigel mumbled as he clutched the phone to his ear. "Who's the damn leak?"
"There is no leak. Only you, Woody and Seely know where she is." Bug assured.
"She must have been recognized. We should have shipped her off somewhere where no one could ID her."
"You did the right thing Nige."
"Woody? Look I know I said two weeks but you need to go now." His friend said into the phone. "She's being followed."
Bug could hear the panicked voice from across the room as Woody answered. Nigel held the phone away from his head.
"No Woody, go now. I'm sending you the e-ticket. Toss this phone now." Nigel hung up, tossing his phone into the biohazard bag. "We've gone through more of those damn things.."
"This was the plan all along? He tells everyone he's going back to Kewanee, he lays low for a while and then goes to her?" Bug watched Nigel stare at him. "They're not coming back are they?"
"I've... the bloggers are still working on the case.. You and I we'll keep-. Seely.." Nigel shook his head back and forth as he spoke. "We'll bring them back. Someday."
Bug watched him, knowing he didn't believe his own words.