Sam saw her park. He veered from the track and changed to a slow jog, angling to meet her at the fence. He knew Cas saw her but he also knew Cas would keep pounding around the track until he was done.
“Did you cut them loose?”
She shrugged. “Their alibis checked out.”
“I figured. They’re idiots. Won’t say they wouldn’t kill but they aren’t smart enough for this one.”
“That’s what he said,” she pointed at the running figure with her chin.
Sam was pacing the fence, cooling down and looked up and over with a grin. “I guess I’m almost as smart as him, then. He still irritating?”
She grinned back, “Mostly. Does that change?”
“How long will he run like that?”
At her glance, Sam shrugged, “It’s something our old track coach used to say. ‘Run until you hit zero. If you finish second with something left in the tank you’ve lost twice. Always be chasing zero, boys.’ He’s chasing zero.”
She watched Cas run. It looked like he was actually speeding up. “So why aren’t you still running?”
“A – I came to talk to my detective and B I’m not chasing zero. I run because it helps me avoid the consequences of a desk job and I like it. It gives me time to think. I’m not chasing anything around that track.”
“What’s he chasing then?”
“He’s chasing zero.”