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something something.
    Mmmmm mama.
    Shit.
    What’s that?
    Sirens. Fuckin’ sheriff.
    Shit.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
    K aren
    Jab. Ow.
    “The fuck, Cheryl?” I mumbled.
    “Who’s Cheryl? Come on, the sheriff’s here.”
    I opened my eyes, blinking, my head pounding. It was Bottle standing over me, warning me about the sheriff. I blinked again, looking around.
    It was night time now and there were quite a few more people hanging around than there had been earlier in the day. The air was smoky and the music was loud, guitar riffs pouring out the speakers and filling in the room, making it feel bigger than it was.
    “The sheriff? What does that asshole want?” I asked. My mouth felt like cotton and it sucked.
    “He’s probably interested in your house.”
    “My house?”
    “Yeah, the one that burned down this morning?”
    “Oh yeah. That.”
    Bottle shook his head and grinned, amused by my nonchalance.
    “Let’s get you out of here. You can hide out back.”
    I began to get up, then paused. Why should I? What would hiding from him achieve?
    “What’s the point?”
    “What’s the point of what?”
    “Of hiding from him?”
    Bottle shrugged. “Well one, he’s an asshole, so fuck him. Two, he might arrest you for burning your house down. Three, it’ll piss him off if he can’t find you.”
    I grinned. His logic was sound. But fuck, I was already on the run from my psycho ex. I didn’t need to add a pissed off sheriff to the mix. Even if he was a dick.
    “Send him over here. I’ll talk to him.”
    Bottle squeezed my shoulder. “Are you sure?”
    I shrugged. What did it matter anyway?
    The point of any further discussion became moot when the sheriff stalked in through the front door like he owned the place. A big bearded man by the door scowled at him. One of the girls from earlier blew smoke in his direction and gave him a cold look. I suddenly felt myself warming to her.
    I watched as his eyes scanned the room, pausing on Gauge and T-Bone who were sitting up by the makeshift counter that served as a bar, before landing on me. It was me he wanted.
    He swaggered over, his eyes flicking around the room taking everything in as he did so. I didn’t stand up when he arrived at my booth and instead just raised my eyebrows at him .
    “Can I sit down?” he asked.
    I didn’t answer. He sat down anyway.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Why’d you burn your house down?”
    “Seriously?”
    “Seriously. What was it, some kind of insurance scam?”
    I shook my head at him. “I don’t have any insurance. I just rented that place a couple of weeks ago. It had everything I own inside. Trust me, I did not burn my house down.”
    He pursed his lips a moment in thought, before leaning back toward me. “Well who did it then?”
    I frowned at him. “You remember this morning?”
    The sheriff raised an eyebrow.
    “I told you about my psycho ex? About how he was after me? About how I was scared?”
    “Your ex is a thousand miles away.”
    “Bullshit. He’s here. And it was him that did it.”
    The sheriff frowned. “I don’t think so. I think you and these criminal assholes are up to something.”
    I rolled my eyes. “These assholes are the only ones helping me here. I’m telling you, the person who burned down my house was Dewey Roland Finkelstein. He’s been breaking into my house and he’s been filming me.”
    The sheriff shook his head. “And kidnapped your boyfriend?”
    A sigh of exasperation burst through my lips. “I. Told. You. Not my fuckin’ boyfriend.”
    “There’s no need for language like that young lady.”
    “Fuck off.”
    His brow creased and the look in his eyes grew menacing. “I’m warning you, Miss, you can’t talk to an officer of the law like that.”
    “Fuck off.” I turned my gaze away and was pleased to see a worried looking Bottle eavesdropping on our conversation.
    “Do you want me to arrest you?”
    I put on my most apologetic look. I leaned forward toward him and looked into his