movie worth its
salt. Audra had just counted one, two, three in her
mind when Warden Woodburn said:
“So yesterday, there was an incident in the day
room. Or rather, a couple of incidents,” he corrected,
pale lips curving into something like a smile. “One
involving a couple of inmates in a scuffle . . . and
the other involving . . .” he coughed a little, as
though suddenly uncomfortable. “Shall we call
it . . . uh . . . a wardrobe malfunction?”
Wardrobe malfunction. Am I ever going to live this
down? Audra wondered as, once again, a prickly
embarrassment warmed her cheeks and neck. She
could almost hear her mother in her mind ( What
must he think of you? ) as Woodburn averted his face
from hers as if to spare her shame. She cut her eyes
toward Bradshaw, but got nothing but a stoic profile,
so there was nothing to do for it but sit up a little
straighter and make the most of it, the only way she
knew how. She settled her fist on her hip and leaned
forward.
“Both were contained according to procedure,
sir,” she wisecracked, wiggling a bit and keeping
the Mae West purr in her voice.
Woodburn chuckled a little and Audra whipped
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her head toward Art Bradshaw to gauge his reaction.
Nothing but his profile. Still.
“You’re funny, Marks,” the deputy warden told
the folder. “Humor’s a helpful quality in our profes-
sion, within limits, of course. But unfortunately . . .”
his eyes snapped to her face again. “One of the in-
mates involved . . . a Mr. Haines . . . has filed a brutal-
ity complaint. Apparently he was injured yesterday.
Broken ribs, it appears . . .”
Both humor and Hollywood died the moment the
word brutality hit the air.
“A brutality complaint? Against me?”
“A brutality complaint. Against you,” Woodburn
repeated. “Haines alleges you violated his civil
rights and caused him personal injury when you
lifted him bodily off the floor then threw him
against a table—”
“Threw him against a table!” Audra shook her
head, astonished. “I was breaking up a fight—a fight
he probably started!” She peered toward Wood-
burn’s folder. “Does it say that in there? Because
there were about two dozen witnesses.” She nodded
in Bradshaw’s direction. “Officer Bradshaw can tell
you—”
Woodburn lifted his hand, stopping the rest of the
explanation tumbling form Audra’s lips. “He al-
ready has, Officer Marks. In fact, he says your con-
duct was exemplary, both in dealing with the
inmates involved in the altercation, and in handling
the . . . uh . . . wardrobe malfunction. But I’m not the
one who has to be convinced,” he continued briskly.
“I’m sure Mr. Haines’s charges will be dismissed in
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short order. But Haines is within his rights to file it,
and, as you know, it will have to be investigated by
the Internal Review Board—”
Charges? Internal Review? Me? Audra swallowed
back an A to Z catalog of emotions: from anger to the
zealous desire to wring Princeton Haine’s sneaky,
scrawny neck. Only that would be police brutality, now,
wouldn’t it? wisecracked a voice in her head, and for
a wild half-second, Audra wasn’t sure she would be
able to stop herself from laughing—knowing full
well that if the laughter started, the tears wouldn’t
be too far behind.
“But sir, it’s a waste of their time!” Audra insisted.
“It’s utterly groundless—”
Woodburn raised his silencing hand again. “I
know this is frustrating, Marks, but that’s procedure
and we’re going to follow it to the letter,” he said,
and his nonexistent lips disappeared that much
deeper into his face. “The rules require that any offi-
cer accused of misconduct toward an inmate be re-
moved from duty until a cause/no cause inquiry is
completed, so you’re officially on administrative leave
pending resolution of the investigation. Shouldn’t
be more than a