Chapter Twelve
Reine was now sitting in a chair with her hands cuffed behind her back because Pete had demanded Marcus arrest her. She had watched in horror as he pulled his cuffs from his pouch, turned her around, and made her put her hands on her head, fingers linked, as he patted her down and searched her pockets, pulling out her key, the granola bar Suzanne had handed her, and the twelve dollars and twenty-six cents she had left after buying the day-old sandwich. It was all on Pete’s desk now, and her pockets were still inside out. Her legs were shaking.
She wondered if they seriously thought she’d be walking around with the old woman’s jewelry in her pockets. How the hell had she managed to land in this hot water when she never should have been left alone in the Hirst house anyway?
