Of course it was stupid, but it would work. No blood, no liquor, no fighting. Owen glanced at Oliver as he cuffed Simms and took him by the arm to lead him back the police department. "Golf carts can be dangerous," Owen said solemnly. "But he's right. We've got to set a good example for the folks here. Besides, why delay the inevitable? You'd end up back here by the end of the night if we let you go. Bright side is this'll all be over tomorrow." He appreciated Simms's cooperation, even if he wasn't going to say so. Maybe the guy had some brains after all.