Jessie shot him a look. “Now do you see why I was holding his hand?”
Spyder pouted. “Sort of.”
“Stop being a baby,” she retorted, but she was grinning as she reached for his hand with her spare one. “That better?”
He winked. “Much.”
Jessie huffed out an exasperated breath, then said, “I’m not leaving you in here, Joe. We’ll arrange an appeal or something.”
“I’m in here without parole.”
“I don’t care. There must be something we can do.”
Spyder snorted. “We managed to get Sammy out of jail. I reckon there’s definitely something we can do.”
She nudged him in the side, and he grunted an apology. Unfortunately, Joe saw both of their reactions.
“Don’t worry. Whatever happened, I’m just glad it did. No way a kid like Sammy belonged in here. When they let him out, no one was happier than
