Six
"The Real World"
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, a.m. all alone again but I've been through all this shit before
--from "I'm Not Sleeping" by Counting Crows
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Sheriff Lamb waltzed into the room like he owned the place.
"Logan."
"Actually, that's Mr. Echolls to you," Logan replied feigning boredom.
Lamb scowled before answering, "Whatever, you little punk. Your father asked to see you."
"And? Is that all? A marathon of the crappiest show on earth starts in a few minutes, and if I have to choose between the two, it has suddenly become must-see-TV."
"I also thought that you might have remembered something else."
"Nope, nothing. It was dark, and I think I must be in shock. Post-traumatic stress and whatnot."
Frustration rolled off Lamb, but he wasn't going to push the issue. Logan was still rich and important. Both of them knew that Logan knew more than he was saying. "Right. If that poor little head of yours remembers anything, you be sure and give me a call."
"It's at the top of my list of things to do," Logan replied, without taking his eyes off the TV.
Lamb wanted a rise out of Logan, so he asked, "Is there anything you want me to tell your father? How much you love and support him? Sharing is fun? Something like that?"
Logan tensed, but maintained his pose of indifference as he replied, "I'm good, actually. But, while your out being my dad's bitch, maybe you could stop by the nurses' station and get me another blanket. Who knows, maybe that'll help jog my memory."
Sheriff Lamb's scowl deepened, but he held his tongue. And got the blanket.