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I turned. An older cop—must have been the sarge—had his pistol trained on me. He kept it aimed while Steve walked me into the building. I wasn’t afraid of guns. The world contained much worse implements of torture.
White noise again as they filled out paperwork, took my fingerprints and my mug shot.
Again as they watched me undress and put on the orange prison clothes they gave me.
Again as they shoved me into a jail cell.
My hands now free, I huddled in the corner, the white noise finally silencing. Dark and eerie voices replaced it, hurling me back through time.
* * *
The boy huddled in the corner of the dark cellar, the pain cutting through him, his blood soaking the meager gray blanket his captors had given him. He had vomited what had been left in his stomach—oatmeal cookies and a slice of watermelon, his afternoon snack.
A sandwich sat next to him. They’d left it when they were done.
He couldn’t eat. He’d never eat again.
At least he was no longer tied up. They’d locked him in. Alone.
“Get up. Get up and try to find a way out of here,” the voice inside his head commanded.
But his body was weak. Torn up. Used. He couldn’t move.
His little brother had gotten away. He’d run like the wind when the boy told him to. Thank God.
“Come on. Get up!” The inner voice again. “You don’t deserve this. Get out of here. You can recover. You can go on. Fight, damn it, fight!”
The boy didn’t move.
And the voice never spoke again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jade
I quickly leafed through the folder. Colin had filed charges against Talon for assault and battery. Damn. This had never occurred to me, and it probably should have. One thing was for sure—I couldn’t take this case. I had major conflicts of interest on both sides.
I opened my mouth to say as much, but Larry started talking.
“Talon Steel was just arrested today. As far as I know, he’s next door in lockup at the police station. I’m sure one of his rich brothers will bail him out any minute now.”
I gasped. At least he was safe. Where had he been? He must have been taken in after I left for work this morning. My skin prickled. I couldn’t stand the thought of him in a dank little cell.
“Mr. Wade—”
“Larry, please.”
I nodded. “Larry, you know I’m staying at the Steel ranch. And I feel I’m under obligation to tell you also that the alleged victim in this case, Colin Morse, is my ex-fiancé. So clearly, you can see how I have a conflict of interest here. I don’t think I can work on this case.”
“Nonsense. In a small town like this, there’s always some kind of conflict one way or another. We all know each other.”
“But I—”
“This isn’t anything different than what we see all the time around here. You will take the case. Mr. Morse is staying in a hotel in Grand Junction. His contact information is in the file. I don’t know if Mr. Steel has retained counsel, but if you want to go next door to the police station and speak to him, now might be a good time.”
I couldn’t believe this. Perhaps Larry didn’t feel what he was doing was unethical, but I sure did. Yes, I got that in a small town the potential for conflict was pretty great, but I had conflict on both sides of this case.
“Larry, I’m asking you as a professional. Please don’t make me take this case.”
