CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Ilse and Sawyer led the professor out of his quasi-mansion, towards where a police cruiser was pulling up next to the curb, lights flashing. Ilse heard Sawyer whistle, and he waved over one of the cops who hurried out of the vehicle and jogged over, panting as he arrived.
“Take him to the drunk tank,” Sawyer said, giving the inebriated professor a little push on the shoulder. The cop nodded, grabbed the man and began leading him back towards the car. As he did, Sawyer turned, rubbing at the back of his head and staring towards the house.
Ilse watched him out of the corner of her eye. Once he'd calmed a bit, and the back of the police car slammed shut again, she murmured, beneath her breath, “That was an overreaction.”
Sawyer looked at her, then looked away. The two o
