Owen hooked the cuffs back on his belt and followed Oliver. Now that it was done, he felt weary, and tired. He wanted to just go home and sleep, but he knew that wasn't possible.
"I'll stop at the diner and get him some lunch, then I'll make a post on the wireless that he's in his cell until tomorrow," Owen said. "He didn't really say he wanted one, so I don't feel obligated to get him a beer either." He waited until he had stepped outside before breathing in and sighing. "I know I changed the plan on you, and I'm sorry for that. It just seemed easier, and I couldn't exactly tell you with Simms there."