Graham emerged from the police station, turning the collar of his coat up against the slight wind and squinting at the cloudy sky before turning to lock the station door.
He glanced down the street as he was doing so, and noticed that someone seemed to be asleep on one of the benches. That seemed like a tremendously bad idea in this weather, and he'd already decided to go wake whoever it was up when a thought entered his mind and stuck like glue.
"Ripley. Rip!"
Why was he shouting? Who knew, it was just a reflex as he rushed down the street, coat absurdly flapping behind him like an ungraceful cape.
Once he reached the bench there was no doubt left in his mind that it was indeed Ripley who was lying there, and he hurriedly brushed some snow off the sleeping man, feeling the bite of cold numb his hands but not caring.
"God you idiot."
He was terrified now, but that wouldn't help him do what was needed and so he got mad instead. Stupid narcoleptic fool, why was he sitting out where he could fall asleep in the damn snow?
With a lot more urgency than usual he managed to get Rip over his shoulders in a fireman's lift, and then he hurried towards his car. He contemplated taking Rip into the station but decided it was better to get to his house instead. More ways to get the fool warm there.
He hoped he wasn't making the wrong choice as he eased Rip down on the back seat and then got in front to drive off, breaking the speed limit by a lot as he drove off and not caring even a little. Who was going to arrest him?
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He glanced down the street as he was doing so, and noticed that someone seemed to be asleep on one of the benches. That seemed like a tremendously bad idea in this weather, and he'd already decided to go wake whoever it was up when a thought entered his mind and stuck like glue.
"Ripley. Rip!"
Why was he shouting? Who knew, it was just a reflex as he rushed down the street, coat absurdly flapping behind him like an ungraceful cape.
Once he reached the bench there was no doubt left in his mind that it was indeed Ripley who was lying there, and he hurriedly brushed some snow off the sleeping man, feeling the bite of cold numb his hands but not caring.
"God you idiot."
He was terrified now, but that wouldn't help him do what was needed and so he got mad instead. Stupid narcoleptic fool, why was he sitting out where he could fall asleep in the damn snow?
With a lot more urgency than usual he managed to get Rip over his shoulders in a fireman's lift, and then he hurried towards his car. He contemplated taking Rip into the station but decided it was better to get to his house instead. More ways to get the fool warm there.
He hoped he wasn't making the wrong choice as he eased Rip down on the back seat and then got in front to drive off, breaking the speed limit by a lot as he drove off and not caring even a little. Who was going to arrest him?