"Hnngg," Much said, waving the note in the air like semaphore that said we're fucked! "Stoots - the Sheriff has Clio and he's gone to get her! FUCK this shoe," he pulled up his leg to yank the tongue from his laces with his fingers.
Melpomene moved a little slower than Alan, she was in her final weeks of her second trimester and feeling the weight of it, but nothing slowed her down after Much said Clio's name. "My Clio?" she demanded, storming forward and snatching the note from Much's hand, then reading it thoroughly while Much sorted out his shoes. She reached out for Alan, grabbing his sleeve and angling the note so he could read it too. Much was right: The Sheriff had Clio.