Safe Harbor - 17

Kurt wondered how much of what they thought they remembered was real and how much was predicated on their emotions, but he figured if they were even close it could help.

"Maybe…naw." Bobby went back to leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

Kurt looked at him. "Maybe what?"

"The cops have sketch artists."

"Not going within a hundred miles of the cops, I told you that," Bets said tightly. The other girls nodded.

Kurt tapped his lips. "What if I could arrange for one of their artists to come here?"

Bets shook her head. "Same diff. Besides we’re not sticking around. You got what you wanted, deal with it." She jumped up, heading for the door.

Cry followed to stand beside her. "Jo-Jo?"

"I’m…I’ll stick around here. If he can get the artist here I want to describe the men to him and watch how he does it."

"It won’t be until tomorrow at the earliest," Kurt pointed out, "but you’re more than welcome to stay. We’re tight on beds but we’ll find you a place and a sleeping bag if it comes down to it. For all of you." He glanced at Bets and Cry.

"Not happening. We got our own place and we better get back. Our guy don’t like worrying." Bets didn’t wait for a reply, striding across the entryway to the front door. Cry hesitated then followed. Moments later they were gone, the door swinging shut behind them.

"I’m sorry," Jo-Jo said softly.

Bobby moved to where she sat, patting her shoulder. "There’s nothing to be sorry about. I think I’d have been surprised if they stayed, especially Bets. She made it real clear she didn’t like shelters."

"Do they have far to go?" Kurt wanted to know.

Jo-Jo shrugged. "A couple of miles, but they’ll be careful. We always are."

Bobby would have disagreed since they’d had a run-in with the two killers, but he didn’t want to frighten her. So he just nodded then offered to take her up to the girls’ dorm and find her the promised sleeping bag.