Thirty-Two

It was a long day. I had been there for about twenty-four hours before the police chief learned I was being held. He released me almost immediately. He was a man who saw dollar signs floating away from him, and he was right.

Detective Sullivan followed behind us like a beaten puppy. "Sir, we can't just let her go! We can hold her for another twenty-three hours."

"We can, and we will." Chief Watson stated as he placed on hand on my back and gently guided me away from Detective Sullivan and toward the front of the station. "Ms. Hastings, I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience."

I glanced at the older man, the tiredness making it hard to keep my eyes open. "Please understand if I am not quick to forgive this."

I glanced over my shoulder to see an angry Detective and a smug lawyer walking behind me. Kendra sent me a wink, and I forced back a smile.

"I understand completely. Just know that we always have and always will appreciate your family, and we want to get to the bottom of thi