“Hey, kid.”
I open my eyes when I hear Daniel’s soft voice behind me. Slowly I turn and look at him.
“You all right?”
I don’t answer his question. Instead, I keep my face impassive, forcing myself to move on, wanting desperately to do something. So, I act. “Call the lawyer,” I say, pulling myself up straight with an effort and uncrossing my arms.
“What?” he asks, confused.
“Ivan said Kent’s bail – or lack thereof - has been determined,” I explain, looking at him seriously. “Maybe Jerome’s has too. We can at least do that.”
“Fay,” Daniel says, turning his head the side, his face dropping with sorrow. “We don’t need to do that now – we can –“
“We need to do something now, Daniel,” I snap, looking at him a little desperately. “Or else I’m going to go insane. Okay? So – can you please
