wished she could justify muzzling the girl she’d taken custody of. Marching her captive into the nearest precinct inspired her to inform every badge in earshot that A.J. ought to be locked up. The goose egg rising on her forehead kind of supported her argument. Better luck resulted from Luke’s presence. The local cops were fans of the Final films. Him vouching for A.J. earned her sufficient latitude to explain herself. Also luckily, the senior officer on duty didn’t heed Luke’s insistence that she go to the ER. Seeing she wasn’t badly cut, they let Martin patch her up with the first aid they had on hand. That done, bad coffee and a powdered donut set her almost completely right. “I can’t let you in the interview room,” the detective who’d taken charge explained. “But if you swear you won’t interrupt, you can watch through the two-way mirror.” “I’d appreciative that,” she said. Too tired to play it cool, her gratitude rang clear. This, it turned out, was the best tack she could have taken.
