PART 4
Deputy Ellis swallowed.
“Did we log the search?”
Sheriff Miller slowly turned.
The room went cold.
“You questioning me?”
“No, sir. I just—”
“Then book her.”
Ellis looked down.
“Yes, sir.”
They took my fingerprints.
They took my belt.
They took my phone.
They did not notice the second transmitter sewn inside the seam of my boot.
They also did not notice that the cheap ring on my right hand was not jewelry.
It was a panic beacon with a dead-man trigger.
I had activated it the moment Henson touched my car.
By now, my team knew I had been detained.
By now, they had my coordinates.
By now, the men who thought they controlled Oak Haven were standing under a storm they could not see.
Miller walked me to a holding room instead of a cell.
That was interesting.
No camera in the corner.
No recording device.
One metal table.
Two chairs.
A stained floor.
He cuffed my hands to a ring bolted into the tabletop.
Then he sat across from me.
“You’re calm,” he said.
“I get that a lot.”
“Most people cry by now.”
“Maybe you arrest the wrong people.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“We found drugs in your car. You got no witnesses. Your plates are out of state. Judge owes me a favor.”
I leaned back as much as the cuffs allowed.
“You always threaten women in rooms without cameras?”
His face hardened.
Henson stepped behind me and grabbed the back of my chair.
“You think this is funny?”
“No,” I said. “I think it’s documented.”
Miller’s smile disappeared completely.
“What does that mean?”
May you like
Before I could answer, the door opened.
Marlene stood there.
