Chapter Twenty-eight
Greyson kept her eyes forward and her mouth shut as
reporters peppered her with questions. She didn’t know why she was cuffed like
a common criminal, but, worse, she’d seen Addie stuffed into a squad car. She
kept her eyes on the cop car ahead of them, but lost sight of it as the
reporters slowed her progress out of the gate. Why didn’t the cop just floor it
and mow them down, doing all of them a favor?
Neil stood on the opposite side of the street. They locked
eyes, and she watched as he nodded at her, then jumped into his car and waited
to fall in line behind her. At least she was sure Addie would have counsel when
they arrived at the station.
A huge cement building loomed before the squad car. The
giant letters spelled out their destination, Santa
Clara
