He wasn’t completely oblivious to a woman’s needs nor was he too sensitive. He remembered when Bear came to the club a couple of years ago after Robin got her first period. The guy looked like he was going to have a stroke, and it was all because he’d been at the store staring at tampons and pads and didn’t have the first clue which one to pick.

Maybe it was because he didn’t have a daughter, but it really didn’t bother him. Women had periods, and it was just one of those things they had to deal with and men had to accept that they weren’t getting any fun time.

“Amazing, yes, but I don’t think they’re mysterious.”

The sandwiches were finished, and he put them on a plate, sliding them over to Bishop as he started to assemble another for himself.

“I just don’t see what the problem is,” he said. “She’s been acting so weird. She won’t hang out with me anymore, and I know she knows about the women because Robin knows me. It’s like she’s trying to hide. She won’t even walk with me between classes, and now she spends a lot of time at the library. I don’t know. It’s like she is a different person.”

“I can’t help you, buddy. She is your best friend. You know what you’ve got to do. I’ve not got a clue.”

“Don’t you have any advice? Do you think I did something wrong?”

“I honestly don’t know. Do you feel you did something wrong?”

“Not a clue. I honestly don’t know what I could have done.” Bishop shook his head. “You know what, I’m not going to think about it. If she doesn’t want to talk about it, we won’t talk about it. It doesn’t matter, does it? One way or another, she’ll come around, or I go to her and grovel for forgiveness.”

“Is that a regular thing for you, groveling for forgiveness?”

Bishop scrunched up his nose. “Not really. She doesn’t usually care what I do or who I do it with.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s stressed about all of this school stuff. I don’t know why. I’d take care of all of her needs.”

“What if what she needs is not the same as what you need?”

Bishop laughed. “Do you realize we’re having a conversation about girls right now? We’re not arguing.”

Preacher snorted. “How long do we think that is going to last?”

“A couple of minutes at most. You’ll say something I hate, and I’ll snap. We’ll shout, and I’ll walk away.”

“You’ve predicted the future.” Preacher was growing bored with the conversation. There was no reason to continue it. With his grilled cheese sandwich finished, he left the kitchen.

“What do you suggest I do about Robin?”

“Figure something out. You’re a smart kid.” He slammed the door of his office and sat behind his desk.

Taking a bite into his sandwich, he looked over the documents that had been sent to him. O’Klaren, the latest chief of police, and one who seemed to have a clean as they come work ethic, smiled back at him. Something didn’t add up about the man. Why send a guy with an amazing arrest record like this to his town, if he was so good? Milner was once a good cop, but they’d sent him to this town to keep him out of the way. It could only mean one thing: O’Klaren had a dark secret and he’d have to do some digging. On the surface, he looked like a good man, but he knew people. O’Klaren wasn’t a good cop. Nah, there was something there spiraling beneath the man, something dark, and Preacher was going to find out what.