Chapter Seventeen
I expected to see Sin immediately, but the desk Sergeant escorted me to a small conference room in the rear where a woman was waiting.
“Miss Hunter?”
“Yes?” My first thought was that this was Sin’s lawyer, but that seemed wrong. Public defenders are usually fresh out of law school, and wear clothing that reflects respectable poverty. She was middle aged and well dressed.
“I’m Doctor Steadman, the one who called you. I need to ask you some questions about Sin’s behavior lately in order to make an evaluation.”
“I don’t understand.” This was all wrong. We should have been talking about raising bail or scheduling an arraignment or something. “You’re not her lawyer?”
“I’m her therapist.” She opened a file and put on her glasses to glance down and review it.
I wondered
