#thought she might be pond's type to reuse her

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Upstairs, the sheriff lay in his bed waiting for him to rejoin her, but Pond chose not to and ordered a drink instead. The bartender slid a glass of whiskey in Pond’s direction and he sat at the counter, swishing it in his hands. The sooner he stops being involved the easier it will be to say goodbye. 

Thoughts of the preparations to make before he leaves ran through his mind. He’ll have to find that file he took from the office, and read it over. Then find an opportunity to slip those documents on Alouette Plumarius back with the rest.