Will gritted his teeth and swallowed the curses on his tongue. Anything he said just now, the Sheriff could take out on Clio; he couldn't afford to mouth off. Instead, in taut, carefully even tones, he said, "I'm on my way. I'm alone. I'm doing everything you said, just leave her be."
The traffic was thinning, which Will took to mean he was getting close to the Sheriff's location. Homes and shops had given way to car yards and warehouses, and the street lighting was sparse. Couldn't be long now.
God, Clio... It was his fault, again, it was all his fault. Like with Robert, like with Christopher, like always. But this time he had a slim chance to make it right. Hold on, love, please, just hold on.