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“I wasn’t involved with them, Detective. I have never seen them before that day.”
“Did you hire them to do the robbery for you?”
“What? No! I had nothing to do with the jewelry store robbery. Why would you even think that?”
“If you had nothing to do with it, can you please tell me how your fingerprints came to be on the car door, the handle, and the interior of the vehicle that those two men were driving?”
Her eyes went wide as she muttered, “Oh, shit!”
Chapter Twenty
Maggie
Iwas extremely confused and afraid as we pulled up to the police station. The two cops told me nothing about why I was being brought in for questioning, or why they thought I could be involved with the robbery and kidnapping.
My mind was spinning as they parked inside a cinder block garage, and the door went down behind us. After the door was closed, one of the officers opened the back door and undid my seat belt. I stared at my bare feet as I put them on the cement outside the door. They could have at least let me put shoes on.
One of the officers took me by the elbow. His touch was firm, but not harsh as he led me to a door. A buzzer went off, and the door opened. I was brought into a room where there was a bench, a computer, a fancy camera, and another police officer. On the bench was an older man who reeked of booze and urine.
“Have a seat,” my new cop buddy said, and I cringed as I sat as far to the right as I could. He squatted beside me and put a cuff around my ankle.
“Are you serious? I’m not going anywhere! You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s for your safety and ours, ma’am,” he said. “Now, stay here for a few minutes, and I’ll let Detective Highmore know that you are here.”
I lifted my foot as far up as it would go. “Yeah, like I can go anywhere.”
The guy next to me chuckled.
The two officers that brought me in disappeared through another door. I stared at the dirty floor and my bare feet. Holy cow, I would never get my feet clean enough again. My stomach rumbled so viciously that the officer six feet away turned with a raised brow, and the drunk next to me cackled again.
I sure hoped that the detective let me eat something. How long did I have to be in their custody before they would feed me? If I didn’t eat soon, I was going to crash. I was already starting to feel slightly light-headed, and soon, I’d start seeing spots and break out in a sweat. It wouldn't be long after that that I would pass out.
Maybe if I passed out, they would take me to the hospital, and I wouldn’t have to deal with this mess. Although I was interested to learn why they thought I was involved. Had someone told them that I was? Did they capture Len yet? Maybe he said that I was involved, but why? What was Greg thinking? Was my mom alright? Was Trevor going to change his mind about me?
There was a clock on the wall across from me. It was white and black and had a secondhand that I watched go around and around as I counted the minutes, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and ran through a zillion questions in my mind. If I wasn’t watching the clock, I was watching the officer as he worked on the computer in the corner of the room. The guy beside me was quiet, and when I glanced his way, he looked like he was asleep. I went back to staring at the clock, and the door opened again at twenty-three minutes. One of my arresting officers sauntered back in, smiled at me, and then uncuffed my ankle again. “Come on.”
He took me through another door and down a hallway. Inside a small room stood a table and two chairs. He uncuffed one of my wrists and shifted the cuff to an eyebolt in the center of the table. I rolled my eyes.
“The detective will be in shortly.”
“Thank you,” I said to him as he left. Not that I had a reason to thank him, but it was just common courtesy to say it. He gave me a kind smile as he closed the door.
I shivered as I sat in the chair. I was only wearing a thin t-shirt and leggings, and it was freezing in the room. My body was going to rush through the last of my energy pretty fast to keep myself warm.
By the time the detective entered, my teeth were chattering. “Hello, Ms. Valor.”
“Detective.”
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“I’m freezing, and I’m starving. Your officers could have given me a chance to eat my dinner and put on shoes before they hauled me out of my house for no reason.”
He stuck his head back out the door, messing with something in the hallway, and the air vent above my head stopped blowing straight down on me. Oh, thank god!
“There, that should make it a little more comfortable for you.”
“Do you have a switch you can flip that will deliver food too? If I don’t eat something soon, I’m going to pass out literally. I am hypoglycemic, and I haven’t eaten in several hours. I was just sitting down to eat when your officers arrived.”
