I really did want to get some information from Simpson.I called dispatch and had them call Simpson for me. Fortunately he was nearby so we arranged to... meet at the station. Since I was in the station, I just went to the detective's office to wait."Deputy Porter, what can I do for you?" Simpson asked."Sergeant made it sound like you wanted to talk to me," I said."Not really, but I guess we could discuss the Gypsy Allen thing." he suggested."So do you know what happened?" I asked."It's a given. You wore me out." I'll be more gentle with you in the future," he promised."So... there is a future... for us?" she asked.He glanced at her and she noticed he had to look up. That bothered her for some reason."I hope so," he said easily. "You're a good date." You didn't act like it last night," she said."I'm sorry," he said, frowning. "I was trying to be the perfect gentleman." Is that why you didn't kiss me good night?" she asked."I DID kiss you good night," he said. He reached for her hand. My failed relationships had been a long-running joke between Liam and me. But one day, I took a leap, sought out a male point of view. It was then that I saw a different side of him. He was so supportive and patient. A great listener. No jokes, ever. He would tell me what a great catch I was, and how beautiful I was. Really? He would tell me about what he would do if he had someone like me. Not me exactly, but someone like me. I could gaze into his baby blue eyes all night. He made me feel. My mind was racing.“Your best bet is gonna be to plead guilty and throw yourself on the mercy of the court. Can you afford a lawyer?”I shook my head no.That means you'll be assigned one, probably that drunken reprobate, Lucious Thibedoux. Trust me son, you'll be better off taking your chances with the court.I thought about it and when I looked down I noticed that my plate was empty.The sheriff signaled the waitress. “You about ready for pie?” .