Laney jumped at the chance to pick me up from the Sheriff’s Department and take me to the Reform Center to retrieve Cecil.
“Let me guess,” I said, climbing into yet another beater car I hadn’t ridden in before and dropping the plastic bag that held my dirty clothes on the floor. “They won’t let you onto the property because they’re still processing… something.”
“In a manner of speaking,” Laney said, then reached over to pat my leg gently. “But I also wanted to see you. You’re moving like an old woman again this morning.”
She started to pull away from the curb, but suddenly did a double take, turning her attention back to me.
“What?” I asked, trying desperately to keep my face straight while she scrutinized it. Apparently, I didn’t succeed.
Her eyes popped, and the car lurched as she s
