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KACEY
About five hours later, it was closing in on four o’clock in the morning and I was still at the police station. I watched as a couple of drunk men were brought in and taken away, along with a couple of prostitutes who were dressed in strips of cloth. It was an interesting night. It brought back memories of the times I had to pick my brother up from the local jailhouse.
“Kacey?” a voice called out.
Standing, I turned around to see the middle-aged guy, who was talking to Tyler in the club, head my way. “Jake?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I wanted to get here sooner, but I had to close up the club. I’m sorry about what happened.” He held out his hand toward the seats, so I sat down with him joining me.
“It’s just a huge mess,” I complained. “What if Tyler can’t fight this
