“That’s your right,” Sheriff Flynn said solemnly. “And I’m sure you’ll win. Just last month we had our camera system upgraded.” He pointed out the eight cameras aimed at the room. “We’ll be able to show the jury in high-definition color how this young woman—” he nodded toward Sara “—flattened your ass with one of the best punches of this century. The audio is good, too, so I’m sure they’ll enjoy hearing your views on genocide. They’ll definitely agree that a murdering Stewart is a better-quality person than a justice-seeking Medlar.”
Alastair gave Sheriff Flynn a look of hate but he said nothing.
“Take him somewhere to get cleaned up,” the sheriff said to a deputy. “And by the way, Alastair, you are very welcome to sit in my car.”
Still chuckling, everyone watched the prisoner being escorted out.
Sheriff Flynn and Detective Cotilla turned to the three of them standing so close together. Sara looked a bit sheepish, but Jack and Kate were smiling so wide their ears were in danger.
“Come on,” the detective said to Kate. “Let’s talk.”
She didn’t move.
Detective Cotilla gave a sigh of defeat. “Yeah, okay. All of you.”
As they walked toward the room, behind their backs, the detective made some shadow-boxing punches in the air. He grinned all the way to the interrogation room.
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