Claire gave Nate the address, her words sounding like they’d been spoken by someone else. Reaching the door separating her from the cell Roy was in, she turned the handle. For a moment she thought it was locked, then remembered the blood on her hand. She wiped it on her trousers before trying again.
“Claire! Answer me.”
“What?”
“I’ve been calling your name.”
“You have?” She swung the door open, the distance between her and Roy seeming too great. Stumbling, she landed on the floor.
“Claire? What’s wrong?” Nate’s voice was filled with worry.
“It’s okay.”
“Don’t give me that s**t,” Nate snapped. “Put Roy on the phone.”
She stared across the room at Roy, seeing the fear in his eyes. “It’s okay.” The words were said for Roy this time.
Roy put his hand between the bars, holding it out t
