Chapter 14
In Victoria, Texas . . .
Robbie sat in a cell at the local police station. He was treated well, but they decided that they had to confine him. They assured him that he would see the mayor, but when? Tomorrow, he thought at first, but he’d been here three days already. Maybe next month, or even next year? Perhaps never. How could he tell?
“You don’t just waltz in and get to see the mayor,” Chief Hayes said.
The chief, however, did listen to an abbreviated version of his story and seemed to like what he was saying. But did he? I could rot in this cell.
Robbie was served three meals a day. They weren’t great, but they weren’t bad either. He guessed they took care of his dietary requirements. He asked each time he was fed, how much longer he would be confined. Even though the p
