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“You asked for your one phone call. Here’s your chance,” the deputy informed her. Producing a key, she unlocked the cell and stepped inside. “Please stand, turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”
Dorsey did as she was instructed, and a pair of handcuffs slid around her wrists.
“All right. Come with me.”
She was led out of the cell, out into a hallway, and down a short distance until they reached a door with a sign that said BOOKING. The female deputy opened the door to usher her inside.
Dorsey recognized the room. It was where her mug shot had been taken.
“Over here.” The deputy motioned to a small desk. The only thing on the table top was a black phone. “Go make your phone call.”
“Can I have a little privacy, please?” Dorsey asked in a not-so-polite voice. She was tired of this whole mess and wanted it to be done and over with as soon as possible.
The deputy gave her a lopsided smile. “Sorry, not sorry. Policy.”
Fuck your policy,Dorsey mentally snapped back, but silently turned around to have her hands uncuffed. Only one was released, and that cuff was quickly snapped around a metal rod extending from the side of the desk. In short, preventing her from trying to make a run for it.
Sighing, Dorsey dialed the number she fortunately knew by heart, then leaned against the piece of furniture as she waited for the call to be answered.
“Pomegranate,” a voice responded after the second ring.
“This is Dr. Dorsey Rich. I need to speak with Fuller ASAP.”
“What is the code word?” the voice requested in a monotone.
“Fuck the code word! Let me have Fuller!”
“What is the code word?”
Growling with irritation, Dorsey relented. “Carousel. Carousel, damn it!”
“Please hold.”
It was an effort not to grind her teeth in the brief two to three seconds it took for Fuller to come online.
“What’s the matter, Dorsey?”
“The children revolted. They got the grandkids, and they killed Bill.”
Dead silence followed before Fuller returned. “Where are you?”
“In some hick town called Heathfield. I’m being held in their county jail.”
“On what charge?”
Dorsey glanced across the room at the deputy who was definitely listening in on her end. “Kidnapping, along with a few other things.”
“For crying out loud, Dorse! You guys were supposed to lay low until we figured out a way to get those kids!” Fuller shouted on the other end.
“Well, it’s too late for that now!” she barked. “I need someone to come bail me out!”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be in contact. In the meantime, you stay put and keep your fucking trap shut, understand? Don’t give them any more fuel for the fire. Where’s Farenthold’s body?”
“I guess at the morgue. How the hell wouldIknow? They got me locked up. So when can I expect you to come get me?”
“Soon.”
“How soon is soon?”
