RICK WAITED DOWNSTAIRS at the front door of the bookstore for Nathan to arrive. As soon as he did, Rick swung the door open for him, and said, “Bro. What the hell’s going on?” as he locked it again.
“I’ll fill you all in at the same time, once we get upstairs,” Nathan said grimly as they moved to the lift.
As soon as he and Rick exited the lift, Faith handed him a cup of coffee and gestured to him to have a seat, and he only partially humored her by perching on the arm of the couch. Lizzie and Donny sat side-by-side on the loveseat, both looking nervous.
“Here’s what I know so far,” Nathan said without preamble. “She was taken back to holding right after court, and then transported back to the county jail, since her sentencing hearing was scheduled for Friday morning. No point in haulin
