Deceased and Desist by Misty Simon

Author:Misty Simon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-09-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I did not particularly like the inside of our small jail at the back of the police station. It was more of a holding cell than a jail, but it still had bars that I would have rattled if only they’d given me a tin cup.

When asked if I wanted to call anyone before Hammond got there, I asked to see my cell phone for Marianne’s number. No surprise that she didn’t answer, but I had been hoping. That hope crashed to the floor just like the drunk guy that my cousin brought in thirty minutes later. Matt looked at me once, shook his head, and then went about his business.

I was not going to wake up Gina, or any of my family. Calling Max wouldn’t help. He was across the country, and no matter how much I wanted him here he couldn’t help at the moment. I’d just sit here until Hammond came in, explain my story, and hope that he would believe me this time. That hope was slim, I knew it. It was all I had at the moment, though. That and a plastic bottle of water.

“Not even coffee?” I asked the officer who’d been watching over me while Matt had been called out for the drunk guy. I didn’t know him well. Gary Steinman had started here about a year ago, bringing his family with him from Long Island, New York, in search of something more slow-paced with more of a community aspect. We had that in spades when people weren’t killing each other.

“Nope, sorry, no coffee. It’s against the rules, and I stay within the rules. You should have done the same thing.”

Wonderful, not only a jailer but also one with a moral compass that he was going to try to shove down my throat. “Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?”

“I’m not the one to talk to about that, that’s Hammond. I do believe he just pulled up around back.”

My palms started sweating and I wished desperately for something to calm myself. Maybe I should have at least called Gina to talk me down instead of thinking I knew what I was doing and how I would do it without any kind of help. What had I gotten myself into?

* * *

I had always seen two-way mirrors in movies. They were a standard in any cop drama. Seeing them from the inside was a different experience. One I was not happy about in the least.

There was only me and Hammond in the room, so either he was both the good cop and the bad cop, or maybe just the bad without the counterpart.

I warned myself not to forget that for some reason he did not like me. Had this been Burton I might have had a better chance. We’d always bantered even as I’d pissed him off by doing whatever I wanted. And I’d done whatever I’d had to do since I had needed to get him to take me seriously several times in the last year.

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