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I tried to smile, but the confusion on the officer’s face told me it might look more like a grimace. This wasn’t working.
“Please. I’m really worried about her,” I blurted, without thinking.
That seemed to work, though.
“Rivers, you said, right?”
“Yes. Samantha Rivers. She was brought in maybe a half hour ago.”
“Here we go…” His eyebrows shot up as he read her report. “Um. How do you know this girl?”
“We work together.”
His eyes roamed up and down my body and the bored face looked a lot more interested. “Is that so?”
“What is?” I asked.
He licked his lips. “Right this way… what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.”
“I’ll need a name before I can bring you in.”
I didn’t like the vibe this officer gave off but I had no other choice. “Laura Stevens.”
“Sign right here, Laura.”
The way he said my name, his voice dropping at the end, made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I didn’t like cops. I didn’t trust them, and this one especially was getting worrisome.
I looked around for anyone else inside the station but at the moment it was just the two of us.
I know most people would feel safest in a police station surrounded by officers, but not me. I’d grown up around people who were cautious around authority. Especially with those that had a power imbalance over you. If it was my word against theirs, I didn’t stand a chance. That was my experience at least.
The officer opened the door leading to the back of the station. I followed him down a narrow hallway. Other officers were walking about, some sat at their desks while others chatted in a group. They all turned to watch us. The hairs on the back of my neck were stiff as a board.
Finally, he opened a door leading into a larger room, which appeared to be a holding cell.
“Laura, thank god!”
Sam shot to her feet and stuck her nose between the steel bars. “I’m so happy to see you.”
I wrapped my hands over hers, clutching the bars together. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a little scared.”
“What happened?”
She looked past me, then down to the floor. “Can we talk about it later? I just want to get out now.”
“Okay. How much is the bond?”
“It’s two thousand dollars,” said the officer behind me.
“What?” I panicked. “Sam, I don’t have that kind of money.”
“Do you have something you can put up?”
I thought about our second-hand furniture at home, my used car, and student debt. “Sam, I have nothing I can sell worth that much.”
