Delia
I'm sweating in my halter top and maxi skirt.
The chair I sat in was unbearably hard, and yet I sat in it. Hugh and the other mall police officer had gone to get camera evidence of my 'act'.
I knew they'd find nothing because I hadn't even realized when Dennis had slipped anything into my bag.
If I'd felt it when she'd done it, they'd have been done earlier, at the very least found video evidence.
I'd long since pulled off the crop denim jacket I'd had on, the anger and hate for Dennis making me sweat more than anything.
Hugh's phone rang and he picked it up, getting up to answer it.
I breathed a sigh of relief, who was sitting right next to me since after handcuffing me, like he expected me to run.
I didn't blame him. I'd resisted that urge more than twice in the last thi
