“The doors are open. It’s not like you’re locked in,” Jake said, looking over at the barred door in question. He and Alice were given separate cells, but they were right next to each other. It seemed the good police chief didn’t think it was proper for them to share a bunk. Considering there was nothing going on between Jake and Alice now, he supposed that made sense. Still, he hated it. There wasn’t anything separating him from Alice, other than a wall of steel bars between their cells and Jake’s inability to get off his ass and go over there. Not that he knew exactly what he would do when he got there. He knew what he wanted to do, but that was a different matter. “I didn’t think any jail cells still used bars. I thought this would actually be, like, a concrete room with a big, thick door, you know?” “Small town like this is probably waiting for the funding,”
