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“Ms. Tulley? Ms. Tulley?” A hand pressed her shoulder gently. “JJ?”
JJ sat up, inhaling deeply through her nose to cover a yawn. “Am I on?” she asked, the yawn escaping anyway as soon as she spoke. She rubbed her eyes and realized she wasn’t in the break room at work. Beth stood over her, with a backdrop of bars. She was in jail. “Shit.”
“That’s a gift, being able to sleep like that,” Beth said, sitting next to her.
“Hazard of the job. I can sleep anywhere, any time.” Except at home, thanks to ass-wipe Marcus. JJ stretched her arms over her head and let out one last, jaw-popping yawn.
Beth handed JJ a paper sack. “Thought you might be hungry.”
“Thanks.” JJ pulled a thick sandwich free, then spread the bag on her lap for a table. “Oh, I live for the diner’s egg salad.”
“I spoke wi
