Anderson cuffed me.
Cuffed me!
The nerve. Everyone knew you didn't use the cuffs in Pelican Bay unless you were dealing with an out-of-towner. My family had lived in Pelican Bay for at least a hundred years.
Probably.
Definitely long enough that I didn't warrant handcuffs.
I sat quietly as Anderson drove me the few short blocks to the police station, chewing on the side of my lip in worry. Now was not a good time to be arrested. I had a lot on my plate. Dogs to find and murderers to catch. Who had time to sit in a jail cell?
With his hand clutching my elbow, Anderson led me right up the steps and through the front door of the police station like he was showing off the newest piece to his criminal collection. If my parents found out about my trip to jail in cuffs, they would hav
