Donny’s face was still pale as Nathan prepared to head back to the office.
“Are you okay?”
“Really? The girl of my dreams has killed several people, and I am in protective custody. How would you be, in my situation?” came the acidic reply.
“You got me there, man,” Nathan answered softly. “Dumb question. Sorry.”
Donny shook his head, and his shoulders slumped. “Me too. It’s just... it’s hard. Still doesn’t seem real. But it’s not your fault.” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then exhaled. “So, Nathan, what comes next?”
“Well,” Nathan replied, choosing his words carefully, “Once we have her in custody, we’d work on building our case. She’d be brought to trial in federal court first. After that, each state in which a crime occurred would have the option to also pursue filing crimi
