CHAPTER 9Christy’s eyes were dark, heavily shadow ringed, her jaw slightly swollen, her lower lip split. Barry recollected with unaccustomed savagery Simmons referring to the fact one of his officers had been forced to hit her in order to wrest the gun from her hand. Looking at her now, it wasn’t possible to believe in the truth behind Simmons’ theory that Christy had intended to shoot her way out after being cornered by the police. She would have known the penalty, surely, for such extremism. Alternatively, it meant the cards were indisputably stacked against her and Vic Simmons wanted nothing better than a charge of premeditated first degree murder to be brought against the girl, and made to stick.
The stocky, unsmiling policewoman remained in the room. Carman excused himself with the u
