"'S fine, I'll let Scarlet in when he arrives," Stutely replied distractedly. Better to be safe than to leave themselves open for the sake of saving a minute's inconvenience. Speaking of which, at some point, when Tuck was no longer gushing blood from the face, Stutely would really have to sit the man down for another talk along the theme of see, this is why you need to use the deadlock as well as the regular one.
He applied a second ice pack to Tuck's bruised side, took a moment to brush aside the memory of cramming frozen Ziploc bags around his friend's corpse, then handed over the final ice pack for Tuck's face.
Then he crossed the room to pick up the laptop, frown deepening. "Looking for what? The blueprints you got?" That was bad, though he'd be relieved if that's all it was. His first thought hadn't been that the Sheriff was looking for something, but that he was leaving something behind. Bugs, maybe.
Stutely set the laptop down on the coffee table and opened it up, hoping to god it still worked. If it did, they could at least see what the Sheriff had been digging through.