CHAPTER 43
Riding in the back of a police car was not on my bucket list. Steering clear of a police encounter was also not on the list because it had never seemed like a possibility. The benefit of living a privileged life, I realized. The fact that I was a law-abiding citizen who would never dream of committing a crime, let alone this crime, was completely irrelevant. I had so many questions. Why had Wiggins framed me? It was clearly him. Did he call the police before he even planted the evidence? Caught red-handed, how was I going to get out of this? Herb would definitely fire me this time. What if I had to spend the night in jail? What if I threw up in this backseat? I needed a hellaciously good lawyer asap. Would the police give me a phone call? Who should I call? Breathe, Jamie.
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