19
Avery
After Meg arrested Angie, the tipsy woman became increasingly agitated. She yelled about how unfair this was and accused us of setting her up. It was tempting to tell her that she deserved to rot in prison for the rest of her life, but we still needed something from her.
“Angie,” I said firmly, looking directly into the woman’s droopy eyes, hoping she would realize how important this was. “Where is Scout?”
“Oh, he’s fine,” the woman blew off my concerns with the non-answer.
It took all of my restraint to keep my temper under control as I said, “I sure hope so. Who is watching him tonight?”
“He’s with the lady that runs the motel on the other side of town where I’ve been staying. She’s taking good care of him.”
I wanted to scream at her that she couldn’t possibly know that,
