She clenched her jaw and resolved to be like her dad. Unemotional. Detached. Reuben didn’t need tears or sentimentality. Not right now. He needed the kind of friend who would knock on every judge’s door and pester every single member of the police force until he was free.
“Listen, we’ve been through a lot together.” Now she was the one who sounded like she was saying goodbye. Was she? And if so, would she live the rest of her life in regret if she didn’t tell him everything? Her heart was racing in her chest, pulses of fear paralyzing her vocal chords. She took a deep breath. She could do this. She remembered her dad. Meticulous. Professional.
“Just hang on until Monday. By then, I’m sure your lawyer will have come up with your defense. It’s going to be ok. Don’t think about jail sentenc
