"Hey where's Lindsay?" Danny asked noticing she had left her seat at half time.
"Maybe she went to the bathroom?" Hawkes suggested.
"Wouldn't she have mentioned it?" Danny inquired.
"It did get a little loud when they scored." Marty pointed out.
"Would make an interesting missing persons call. 'Yes, we'd like to report a missing detective. Well she was sat next to us and we didn't notice her disappear.'" Flack joked.
Danny looked at him.
"I'm sure she's fine. She can handle herself." Flack assured him. "But I've got to take a leak."
Flack slid passed them to head to the bathroom.
Danny, Marty and Hawkes looked for Lindsay.
"Look who I found." Flack said when he returned ten minutes later having missed most of the half time show.
Flack was holding a tray of sodas and Lindsay had some hotdogs.
"Where did you disappear to?" Danny asked.
"Bathroom." Lindsay replied. "I learnt a long time ago that if you actually want to go you have to go before half time otherwise you get stuck in a long queue and the rest I would say was obvious." She handed out her spoils.
"You couldn't have mentioned where you were going."
"Danny I have two older brothers I don't need another one and I did tell you where I was going you just weren't paying attention."
"You did?"
"Yes." Lindsay nodded. "So guys are you having fun?"
"This is great and they are great seats." Marty told her.
"I got to watch a 49ers game from the owner's box once." Lindsay told him. "That's was pretty cool."
"The owner's box?"
"Nice guy. Clay arranged it."
"It's nice to have friends in high places." Flack joked.
"What's the score?" Lindsay inquired.
"16-3 to the Colts."
"Clay will be pleased." Lindsay smiled.
"Only because his guys are winning." Danny pointed out.
"Clay's more of the' if they put on a good defence then he's done his job' viewpoint."
"He doesn't like it if they win?" Flack asked.
"He loves winning, but if they don't he likes that they put on a good defence." She explained.
"Interesting approach." Hawkes commented.
"The head coach yells, Clay prefers a more supportive method, in addition to yelling when necessary."
"Just out of curiosity." Marty said. "How did the head cheerleader end up with the baseball pitcher rather than the quarterback?"
"The quarterback had a girlfriend since he started kindergarten. They got married at 18, have 4 kids and he coaches the high school football team."
"They've been together since kindergarten?" Hawkes questioned.
"We do things differently in the country." She winked at him. "And they had a spat in the third grade after someone dared him to cut off one of her pigtails, but that only lasted about two weeks."
"That's just…" Marty couldn't pick a word.
"Besides the pitcher looked a lot cuter in his uniform and when you're seventeen that's all that counts."
"Why don't women tell you that when you're seventeen?" Hawkes asked.
"Because they are 17 too." Lindsay replied. "Besides why make it easy for you?"
"That's why women drive men crazy." Hawkes stated.
"Dad says that if women were meant to be understood they would come with an instruction manual or be able to be tamed with sugar cubes like horses."
"The first part of that I've heard before." Flack said. "I'm guessing the second part is just a country thing."
"Have you ever ridden a horse?" Lindsay inquired.
"The closest I've been to a horse is walking past one in Central Park." Flack admitted.
"Dad has a whole series of theories on women and horses." Lindsay stated. "Fortunately he keeps most of them between him and horses."
TBC