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I can’t believe that fucker tased me, JJ thought, massaging a sore spot on her arm.
She sat on a bench in a Beecham County Sheriff Department holding cell. By the time the ambulance had arrived at her house, she’d already been placed in the back of a cruiser, though she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten there. She did recall asking the arresting officer, when he’d returned to the car, about the man she’d shot. The asshole had threatened to tase her again if she didn’t keep her mouth shut, so she did. He drove her to the BCSD, and she hadn’t had a phone call or seen another human being since. A man and woman were arguing down the hall, but JJ couldn’t make out the words until a door opened and they headed in her direction.
“—restraining order!” It was Beth, mid-sentence.
“How the
