Letty's in no mood for sunsets. She feels like hammered shit.
Which is about right, she thinks, considering.
A deputy drives her home. Another drives her car for her.
"Want me to stay?" he asks.
"I'm fine."
"The boss said-"
"I know what the boss said." Letty laughs. "I'm fine."
She has an ice pack and a bottle of Vicodin and some hopes that Jack will show up tonight to pamper her a little.
Fetch me a drink, fluff my pillow, make sure I get a good night's sleep.
Because first thing in the morning, I'm taking my broken wing to Mother Russia's house and questioning Nicky about what two missing kids were doing at his crib the night before they disappeared.
Boss told me to lay off Pam's case and work the missing kids.
Follow it where it leads.
Well, guess what?
It leads to Nicky.
And where the hell is Jack?
You'd think he'd befalling all over himself to do the concerned male number.
She calls him at the office.
Gone.
Calls him at home, gets his tape, leaves a message.
She knows where he is.
He's out working the arson case.
Lifer claims dog on the scent.
Job or no job, Jack will never give up.
It's just one of the things she loves about him.
She loves him and she's worried about him and she says a little prayer that he's okay.
Then she takes two Vikes, gets into bed, and turns out the light.