Chapter 8
Caitlin
I give them my full display of f**k-nuts. Every agent who questions me leaves rolling his or her eyes.
And then after a night in jail, and the realization that this may be the rest of my life, I shut down completely.
No more talking. No cray-cray. Nothing.
They’d get more out of a catatonic schizophrenic than they’ll get out of shut-down Caitlin.
So when I’m called out of my cell to meet with my lawyer, I barely register it. I hardly see the tall blonde with the firm handshake. I don’t hear what she’s telling me as she pushes some papers across the desk.
“Ms. West? Do you understand the charges against you?”
I can’t bring myself to answer.
She frowns. “You do understand that I’m working for you, right? Are you afraid of Mr. Tacone?”
I blink once. Twice. What is
