Chapter 34
The interrogation room's dingy white walls needed a fresh coat of paint years ago. The frosted windows didn’t allow visibility to the outside, though it would be impossible at this time of night.
I stared at the mirrored glass opposite from where I sat, hugging myself. They had taken Charlie somewhere else. I hadn’t seen him since they brought us in. My worry, questions and paranoia floated in my mind, unchecked.
The one thing that bugged me was the g*n Momma carried with her. Where did she get it? Did she carry it with her all this time?
For some reason, my brain flashed to the lumpy mattress, and I froze.
The money she begged me for. How did I miss it when I'd helped her pack back at the cabin? She must have slipped it in the bag when she sent me to fetch her clothes from
