Chapter 66

• I’ve been sitting in the station, handcuffed, waiting across the desk from a sheriff for hours now. They haven’t booked me. I haven’t gotten a chance to call my lawyer. Nothing.
• It’s bull shit.
• Missy could be waking up, wondering where I was at. She needs me, but because of a split second decision, I’m stuck here. Doing nothing but watch the time pass by, staring angrily at Freddie, or whatever the fuck this guy's name is, while he typed away at his computer, drinking fucking coffee, which I still didn’t have.