Barbara's POV
I was not happy getting a call from her, but I knew I could not ignore her. She sounded desperate over the phone. I had no other choice but to go down to the police station to go see Cynthia.
She was looking horrible, and as soon as her eyes fell on me, she was happy. There was a flash of hope that went through her eyes at that moment. It nearly made me roll my eyes. Does she think I came here to be her lifesaver?
"I have to admit, prison fits your style, perhaps I should take a picture and send it to one of those image banks. I'm pretty sure I'm going to sell a fortune if anyone gets a photo of Cynthia Hightower in prison"
"Don't gloat. Have you paid for it?" Standing up, she walked closer holding the bars and looking straight into my eyes. I was confused, what
