"They dona know why they're watchin' the inn, just that 'Tomlinson' wants 'em to."<br/>"Tomlinson?" Tara said, turning to Bronwyn. "Chief Tomlinson?"<br/>"Dinna say."<br/>"I wonder why the police chief would be having the inn watched." Tara mused, folding her arms under her breasts.<br/>"Dunno." Bronwyn answered. "But they just rode off."<br/>Tara just looked at her.<br/>Bronwyn shrugged. "We should go check on your young boyo, I think."<br/>They found Devin digging into a large plate of baked chicken and rice. He looked up warily as the two women entered.<br/>"Did you find everything ok?" Tara asked as Bronwyn walked around behind table where the boy was sitting.<br/>Bronwyn smacked him in the back of the head before he could nod.<br/>"Hey!" Devin yelled.<br/>"Bronwyn!" Tara exclaimed.<br/>Bronwyn tossed a man's wallet to Tara, eyes blazing. "He found this ok."<br/>"What?" Tara opened the wallet and peered at the driver's license. "Sean Malloy?"<br/>Devin bolted off the chair he was sitting on and tried to make a run for it. Bronwyn caught him easily.<br/>"He didn' go straight to the kitchen." Bronwyn said.