Chapter 144
The fluorescent lights in the Suffolk County Jail booking room buzzed overhead as Lora sat handcuffed to a metal bench, her designer clothes torn and stained with tears. The knife she had carried into the Bennett mansion lay on the evidence table in a clear plastic bag, marked with numbers and labels that would seal her fate.
"Lora Bennett Caldwell," the booking officer read from his paperwork. "Charged with criminal trespassing, breaking and entering, attempted assault with a deadly weapon, and making terroristic threats."
Each word hit Lora like a physical blow. She stared at the concrete floor, her mind still reeling from the events at the mansion. The security guards tackling her to the ground. James's terrified face. Her grandmother's cold, disappointed eyes.
"I need to call my husband," Lora whispered.
The officer looked up from his forms. "You'll get your phone call after processing."
Two hours later, Lora finally reached Samuel from a pay phone in the jail corridor
