Chapter 73
Sutton Price
Her body trembled and her legs shook so much that she thought they would give out. She felt like her mind had splintered into a thousand pieces, like she had become a collection of dust mites, like a hundred particles flowing in the air.
The detective shuffled on his feet and Sutton heard the crinkle of paper in his pocket. The sound took her concentration from his face to his pocket. By the time she brought her eyes up, the detective's face was stern, and he was making no effort to go easy on her. It was almost as if his animosity with everything was personal.
"Detective..." She began.
"Your father can't be granted bail. At least not yet. The evidence backing up the accusation is heavy. He has to spend at least a while in our custody before that can be approved."