That day I spent at Echoll's was a mistake. After a good nights sleep and several cold showers, I realize that now.

Jesus. Who am I kidding? I haven't gotten more than a couple hours sleep since that afternoon. Every time I close my eyes, I think of him--the touch of his hands, the weight of his body again mine.

I shake my head to try to clear my thoughts. I haven't seen him since then--haven't wanted to.

There have been parties, things to break up, underage teenagers to arrest, but I've sent other officers to do it. Maybe I'm avoiding places he could be. Maybe I just don't want to deal with it at all.

I sigh and rub my temples, walking into my office and slamming the door a little harder than I'd meant to. This was going to be a long week.

I refill my coffee mug and take my sweet time walking to the interrogation room. Logan Echolls is in there, and I walk just a little bit more slow, to make the kid wait.

All these damn rich kids and their damn rich families think they can get away with anything--even murder. Well, not since I'm sheriff. It doesn't matter that it was that damn Mars girl that realized Aaron Echolls was the killer--I'd have cracked the case soon enough.

I grab Lilly Kane's file and thumb through it as I walk into the interrogation room, setting it and my coffee mug down on the table.

I move back to the door and close it, leaning against it as I speak for the first time. "Well, well. Logan Echolls." I give the kid a condescending smile, "Let's get down to business, shall we?"