Chapter 13
“No, no!” cried Marla. She rushed toward me and I clasped her tight.
“You are arresting her!” I protested. “Do you have Royce’s body? What grounds can you possibly—”
Hersey shoved me toward the counter. I gasped and whirled back around. De Groot had seized Marla. Hersey reached a burly hand into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out handcuffs. Marla cried out in protest.
I leapt toward my friend. The cops were too fast. Hersey pushed my shoulder and I fell to the floor. De Groot pinned both of my friend’s arms behind her back and clicked the cuffs into place. Marla cried out in pain, then fell silent.
“Mrs. Schulz.” Hersey’s little eyes were scornful as he stared down at me. I rubbed my shoulder and gave him a hateful look. “Get out of our way and keep your mouth shut
