Much as she hated going behind prison bars, she’d jumped at her guide’s offer to show her where twenty-two-year-old Lisa Fiedler had been questioned.
Down in this creepy hole, she’d envisioned her client. A frightened and bewildered Lisa, stumbling under the watery fluorescent light, shuttled by deputies from the dank holding cell to the stale air of a windowless interrogation room and back again.
Thirty-six hours of that treatment would befuddle most people.
Nora’d gotten enough of a taste herself to know. Fifteen years ago, she’d been arrested in Portland. She’d lured a man with a fat wallet to a place where her three companions could rob him at gunpoint. All four of them were busted within minutes.
She’d been better prepared for her interrogation than Lisa. Schooled by her often-arr
