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envisioning, but it was far from inviting.
     
    I stepped into the cell and turned to face David as he held the door. 
     
    We just looked at each other for a second and in that moment, I felt closer to him than I had to anyone.  I just wanted him to hold me for a while. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his radio beeped.
     
    “Yah,” he said pressing a button on it.
     
    “Got a hit on your guy, bringing him in now.”
     
    “Right,” he said and then as he closed the door, he said, “See, things are already looking up.  We found, Willie.” He winked and left me alone again.  I felt certain that I’d never felt so alone in my whole life.
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    I didn’t sleep at all on the hard bench and so when morning came, I felt stiff and tired in addition to the panic that seemed to have settled in the pit of my stomach. Between the lack of sleep, the worry and little food from yesterday, when an officer came in with some runny eggs and burnt toast, I nearly threw up.  I did drink the really strong coffee though, and splashed water on my face.  I had to find a way to clear myself.  I thought as I held onto the sides of the stainless steel basin. I hoped Lizzie would be at the arraignment.  I wondered if David would be.
     
    I also wondered if Brian Cahill could get me bail.  Although it seemed unlikely in a murder case, I liked thinking about the possibility. I sat back down on the bench and hugged my knees.
     
    Then I heard noise from the hall and the door clicked.  It was time to go.  My legs wobbled as I got up from the bench and went to the door.
     
    “Morning, Green Eyes.”
     
    “Hi,” I said not nearly as cheerful.
     
    “Don’t look so glum, you are getting out of here.”
     
    “What?”  I leaned against the door.  The relief that flooded my body made me off-balance.
     
    “Myra Bailey, I need to tell you that you are being released for now, however, you are not to leave the area since you are still considered a person of interest in the ongoing investigation of the Barbara Simpson’s murder.”
     
    “I can leave?”
     
    “Unless you want to stay for some unknown reason, yes.”
     
    “What’s going on?” I said slowly forming thoughts again.
     
    “We’re talking with someone else who may have information that is pertinent to the case and so in the interest of making the right arrest, we are not proceeding until there is a bit more investigation.” He looked intently at me.
     
    “I can leave!” Now I felt new life kick in and I kissed him without even really thinking about it. “Thank you!”
     
    He laughed. “So that means you are happy about this turn of event?”
     
    “Thank you,” I repeated.
     
    He smiled.
     
    “I hate to rain on your parade, but this is only buying some time for you.  You might still not be out of the woods, yet.”
     
    I took a deep breath.  “Who are you questioning?”
     
    The uniformed officer trying to not be intrusive shuffled some papers.
     
    David looked at me and then down at his sleeve.  He tugged it and said, “I can’t tell you anything about the investigation.”
     
    I mouthed the word, “Willie.”
     
    He shook his head and then led me to the desk to sign for my belongings to leave.
     
    A few minutes later, I walked down the dozen steps of the Police Station and headed for home.  I turned on my phone while I walked. I really wanted to talk to Lizzie.
     
    “Hi, it’s me. Call me when you get this,” I said to her voicemail and then swiped to send her a text.  Going home, I typed and sped up the pace.
     
    As I got nearer to my house, I felt amazingly tired and I desperately wanted a shower to wash off the jail experience.
     
    Just as I fished the key out of my pocket to unlock the door, my phone rang.
     
    “Are you still at the Police Station? Are you okay? Are you under arrest? How long can you talk?  Did Hunky help get you…”
     
    “I’m okay and I just got home,” I cut her off. 

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