All of his personal property was confiscated, but he’d only had his keys, wallet and cell phone on him. Booking was a blur. Since this wasn’t his first arrest, he knew the procedure only too well. After having his Miranda rights read to him, he answered questions about himself, stood through the mug shots, was fingerprinted and supplied a sample of his DNA. His clothes were taken and he was given an orange jumpsuit to wear. “Don’t I get to make a call?” he asked when he was told he would be taken to a jail cell. He was led into a small room with nothing but a phone on the wall. A deputy stood outside the door as he made the call to Livie. He couldn’t imagine what she was going through or what she might think. She had to know he couldn’t kill anyone, right? His heart in his throat, he listened to her cell phone ring three times before she picked up. “Coop?” “Livie.”
