Last Breath (The Good Daughter 0.5)(28)
The door opened.
Flora was dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit that was too big for her small frame. Her wrists were uncuffed. She hugged herself with her skinny arms. Her pink-and-white Nike sneakers shuffled across the floor. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown. She was clearly in shock.
Charlie’s first inclination was to hold the girl, to let her put her head in Charlie’s lap, to stroke back her hair and tell her that everything was going to be all right.
Instead, Charlie guided her to one of the chairs. She helped Flora sit. She put her hand to the girl’s back, soothing her, willing her to stay strong. If Charlie’s brain had been ping-ponging at the diner, it was so focused now that she practically vibrated with the urgency to make sure Flora got out of this in one piece.
She asked the girl, “Are you okay?”
Flora nodded.
“Did you speak to any of them? Answer any questions?”
Her lip started to tremble. She played with the charm on her necklace, a tiny cross that Charlie had not noticed before.
“Flora, look at me.” Charlie had to force the girl to turn her head. “Did you answer any questions or talk to anybody?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Did you see a guy in a cheap suit?”
“I think so,” Flora said. “I mean, the suit was ugly. I don’t know how much they cost.”
“That’s probably Ken Coin. He’s the district attorney. You didn’t say anything to him?”
“No, ma’am.” Flora’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Am I gonna go to jail?”
“Not if I have anything to do with it.” Charlie kept a protective arm around the girl’s narrow shoulders. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was so worried for Flora that she might as well be talking to her own child. “Listen, that man in the suit, Ken Coin, he is as sneaky as a snake, so be very careful around him, okay? He’ll try to trick you, or he’ll lie to you about evidence or he’ll tell you that your friends have said bad things about you, but don’t believe him. All you need to do is sit there and be quiet and let me do the talking.”
Flora’s tears started to fall. “I’m scared.”
“I know you are, sweetheart.” Charlie rubbed her back. Her chest swelled with righteous indignation. She wanted to throw open the door, kick the ass of any man who got in her way, and take Flora to safety. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to represent you.”
“What about ramifications?”
“It’s different now,” Charlie said. “We don’t have much time before the police come in. I’m your attorney. I’m making it official. Anything you tell me is confidential. Do you understand?”
Flora nodded, her teeth still clicking.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“I know, baby, but you need to trust me. There’s a reason they picked you up.”
Her tears kept falling. Her nose started to run. “I don’t understand why I’m here.”
Charlie found some tissues in her purse. As she waited for Flora to blow her nose, she noticed the girl’s hands were clean. At least the booking sergeant had allowed Flora to wipe off the black ink after being fingerprinted. “Do you have any idea why they might have arrested you?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Is Oliver wrapped up in something that maybe he shouldn’t be?”
“Not that I know about.” She looked over Charlie’s shoulder, thinking about it. “I mean, he went hunting during the off season, last spring, but he didn’t catch anything, so does that count?”
Charlie shook her head at the girl’s guilelessness. “He’s not selling drugs or mixed up with some bad people?”
“No, ma’am, not that I’ve ever seen. He mostly plays video games and smokes cigarettes and drinks beer on the weekends.” Flora wiped her eyes. She asked, “What’s gonna happen to me now?”
Charlie sat back in her chair. She had to dial down her emotional response, otherwise she would be next to useless when Ken Coin made his entrance. “The district attorney is going to come in here and ask questions, but remember, you don’t answer anything, or even make a comment, unless I tell you to, okay? And then be very, very brief. Only answer the question he asked. Don’t try to be helpful, or over explain.”
“Should I answer anything at all?” the girl asked. “I mean, don’t I have the right not to? To remain silent?”
“You do, absolutely, and if that’s your choice, then you should follow your conscience. What’ll happen is you’ll say that you don’t want to talk to them, and they’ll leave, and you’ll be taken back to the cell.”
Flora took a shaky breath. “What about your way?”
“As your lawyer, I think it’s best to let the district attorney talk, and we’ll listen, and maybe we won’t give him a lot of answers but his questions will help us figure out how you got mixed up in this mess.” Charlie added, “I can’t promise anything, but I might be able to talk them into releasing you. But you should know that if I can’t talk them into it, then you’ll be taken back to the cell anyway.”