CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
“Let’s go over this one more time.” The female police officer looked exasperated, sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of her nose frequently.
Maya and Sara sat in uncomfortable plastic chairs on the other side of the desk in the precinct of Sumner, Nebraska. It was a small place, just an expanse of tiled floor with a handful of desks, a few closed office doors, and a corridor in the rear that Sara could only imagine led to jail cells.
Luckily, despite Maya having been caught with a beer can in her hand by the female officer and refusing to answer her questions, they weren’t in one of those cells, nor were they handcuffed.
“You can’t tell me where you live,” the officer said. The name tag over her left pocket said Pettit.
“No,” Maya said coolly.
“And you can’t t
