They'd had me sitting there for ten minutes so far. The aluminum chair was uncomfortable, and I continually patted the back of my head to make sure my updo hadn't become undone. I wasn't sure why. I'd used enough bobby pins and hair spray to keep a small country still. It must've been nervous energy, but knowing that didn't stop me. And I was probably just making it worse with each pat, especially since I hadn't taken off my black gloves with the lace cuffs. When we'd first arrived, Lester had asked about the security footage from the bakery. I just so happened to have the flash drive in my black square vintage purse with the top clasp, and I'd handed it over. They were watching it now. They'd each offered me something to drink, but I used to watch The Closer. Kiera Sedgwick was a phenomenal actress, and Brenda Leigh Johnson was a hoot. I'd seen enough episodes to know to not accept anything that would leave my prints or DNA behind. Besides, my stomach was already a jittery mess, and I doubted I could keep anything down.
