Frederic nodded graciously. He felt like saying thank you again would overdo it, so instead he parted with the words of, "I appreciate what you and Miss Maggie have done for my son and I today." He then left the police station with a very-much-asleep Clover in his arms and a sinking feeling in his heart. Was this really what Whitby was coming to? The thought of leaving behind this town crossed his mind, but he shook it away. He could never do that to Karen, or to Clover himself, who'd grown up all his life here. No, Frederic determined, he'd just have to teach Clover a few ways to defend himself and deal with what came. Glancing down at his son, he noticed with a frown that there was dried blood on his upper lip, having come down from his nose. Frederic's anger swelled. Had the robbers punched his son? He hoped it was merely a fall or nerves that caused Clover a bloody nose, but he couldn't be sure until he talked to his son at home.