Chapter 5“Where’s my lawyer?” Carl askedthe moment we stepped into the cell block. He stood by the bars withboth arms wrapped around it, face as close as he could get withouttrying to look desperate to be out.
“He hasn’t contacted me,” I said.I glanced over my shoulder at Tyrone, but he was standing by the doorlike he was on guard duty.
“He should have had something for usby now, shouldn’t he?” Carl asked. I shook my head.
“I know you’re in a hurry, butthese things take time.”
Carl shook his head and turned around,walking back to his cot. He sat down with a grunt.
“I saw your parents last night,” Isaid. His head snapped up. It was the reaction I’d expected fromhim. “They’re really nice people.”
“They are,” he answered, but therewas suspicion in his eyes. I shook my head almost imperc
