“Nigel you stay here. I am going to go and keep Kristen from either getting killed or arrested. I will text you if anything important comes up.”
“Works for me. I’ll be here writing out my letter to Santa. I want three luscious blondes and a red head in my stocking.”
“Ha, Ha nothing wrong with that.” Chris chuckled.
“I have to convince the bloke I deserve it.”
Chris got out of my car and jogged across the parking lot.