Chapter Twenty
They must have separated all of us. I have no idea where anyone is, and I’m alone in the vehicle as it makes its way to wherever the holding center is. There’s no point in me talking, the driver is a wall. And my repeated requests for information about Roxi have fallen on deaf ears.
A short time later, I’m pulled from the car and brought into bright lights and sky-blue halls, before my cuffs are released and I’m ‘invited’ to take a seat in a room with three chairs, a folding table, and a two-way mirror. I have no idea how long I wait. It seems like forever. I fold my arms on the table and rest my head on them. I’ve read enough thrillers to know how this s**t works. I shut my eyes and attempt to take a nap while they’re wearing me down. But my mind is like a spinning wheel
