Chapter three
Abbie Mills was done for the day. With Crane's incessant attitude, and the Captain's angry threats, Abbie was surprised she even made it through the day without losing her job.
She knew that it was a risk to disobey the Captain, but frankly, she didn't really care. Her main concern was avenging Corbin. Of course, having to use Crane to do so wasn't the most thrilling thing either.
Crane insisted on playing with every item he deemed worthy. It varied from the windows in the squad car to the radio. Despite being a little annoyed, Abbie had to admit it was entertaining and even somewhat endearing to watch. She could tell he was a quick learner, and he was soon becoming adept to modern concepts.
Placing him at the hotel however, had been a different matter entirely. Abbie quickly learned that Crane was a master at the petulant child act. She knew he wouldn't like the hotel but it was a measurable step up from the mental institution. Despite that fact, Crane still insisted on making snide remarks.
Abbie sighed, this man really had no clue how much she had stuck her neck out for him. It had taken a lot of convincing before the Captain finally allowed her to remove Crane from the institution and place him somewhere slightly more comfortable.
Abbie hated the fact that the Captain was being so difficult. It seemed that even seeing Headless himself would not make him loosen the reigns on Crane. In part, Abbie understood. What could he say? If he made a public statement about who was actually committing these murders, he would be shipped off to the institution along with Abbie and Crane.
Abbie turned over in her bed and continued contemplating. She had to figure out a way to work with Crane, because it didn't seem like they would be apart any time soon.
She laughed to herself as she thought, 'Maybe I'll get him donut holes in the morning.'