Twenty-One
I wasn’t going to wake Troy in the middle of the night to do an ID. Lola could sit in holding for a few hours. I led her to the cell and released her wrists from the metal bracelets, making sure to get a little of the salt on the bars.
“You even think of walking through walls and I swear to God I will hunt you down. You think you don’t like me now? You’ll really hate me then. Understand?”
She rolled her eyes. “So scary.” She plunked herself onto one of the empty benches in holding and waved her hands around. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I found Agent Cartwright in the conference room just staring at the whiteboard. I slid her cuffs back to her along the table. “I’m guessing you’ve got questions.”
“Just a few. But I’m guessing here’s not the best place.” She glanced at her phon
