Chapter 11
“Anderson didn’t pick up,” the Man in Charge said. “We need to move out. You two remember what you’re supposed to do?”
Dace had been lost in her own thoughts about how women didn’t even register as individuals, but were shrugged off as missing women as someone might do with a herd of sheep, and what the implications of that was. Say their names, Black Lives Matter activists chanted. She was beginning to see why that was so important.
But now, she looked warily at the three men in the hotel room.
Officer nodded. He took handcuffs out of his back pocket, and Thug Three turned around so he could cuff him.
“You take him down the elevator,” Man in Charge said. “You’ve arrested him for assault on Mary Ayek. You’re taking him to the station for further questioning.”
“I’ve got it,
