They asked him what was in the bag and pressed the muzzle of a gun against his temple. They yanked him out of the car and handcuffed him, a dozen officers on him at once. They drove him in a squad car to the police station. The cuffs were tight on his wrists. The steel cut into his skin and bent ...
Ruddik didn’t answer, and that left me lost. I was at the stage with him when I wanted more talk. I wanted some answers, too. I tried to focus on driving, but the information I’d picked up churned inside me, wreaking havoc on my poor stomach. Then the cell phone rang, a number I didn’t recognize....