C18 Murder by Dummies: Chapter Eighteen
I lay on my cot listening to Norman and Chaz snore in tandem in the next cell. Someone banged on the front door of the police station. Then there was a now-familiar creak I figured was likely coming from Dal’s cot out in the front room. The door opened and I heard a woman’s voice, too soft to make out the words.
The next voice was Dal’s. “Okay, come on in, ladies