Chapter 32Fritz
CHRISTMAS BEHIND BARS, but almost certainly not the only day. Kate had left, all except her words, which I could recite from memory. I shoved the note out of my conscious mind. Because of the holiday, my lawyer, who'd been promised, hadn't shown up and no one could decide what to do with me. The Feds wanted me, but McNamara, or more probably, Flynn, had created a tidy jurisdictional snafu, keeping me here. I'm not sure why, but I trusted Flynn, my wild-haired, red-headed guardian angel, to look out for me. The image of him as a tree topper brought a momentary smile.
For most of the eight years I've been here, I've ignored Christmas. With no concept of time in my other life, I had abandoned all contact, but my mind still held the memories. I only remember one Christmas wit
