Chapter Nine
She could hear them, Marty and Elma Mae Humboldt. It had been for only a second when she heard the outer door to the holding cells open and then shut, but it was enough to fill her with the fear of God. Her throat suddenly thickened, and she found it hard to breathe. She was stuck, unable to do anything. She couldn’t hide, couldn’t run. She was trapped in a cage, and they would show up at her door any second. There was nothing she could do, because she’d been caught.
She had her hands on the grimy steel door. Standing on her tiptoes, she peered through the square hole, which was barred and only about ten inches wide. There was nothing there now except for the sounds of a jail and prisoners in other cells, but that didn’t stop her heart from hammering against her ribs so hard
