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a quick shower. But, she passed on lunch thinking she’d be released soon. The congealed turkey on a slice of white bread with a scoop of cold mashed potatoes did not look appetizing at all. When the guard came to take her tray, she began to worry, but it wasn’t for long. Her stomach growled and she began to regret her decision, but just then another guard finally arrived to tell her she made bail. She was immediately brought to a holding room. An officer, framed in a small window called her forward, handed her a large manila envelope, and told her to examine the contents and sign. The envelope contained her personal belongings from the afternoon of her arrest.
    After she assured the guards the contents of her purse were all accounted for, she was lead to a room where she could change out of her orange jumpsuit.
    She quickly stripped out of the hated attire, and opened up the large yellow envelope again that contained her belongings. Taking off the white cotton panties and bra she was issued by the county, she donned her own red silky panties. She planned to burn them later though as they were a gift from Gary at Christmas when they had gotten back together.
    She slipped on the denim mini skirt she had worn off the cruise ship, and the rust colored tank top. She was a tomboy at heart, and rarely dressed up, or wore skirts and dresses. But on the cruise, she had gone more girly than her usual attire. She had been trying. For Gary. The schmuck.
    Ronnie picked up her small purse again, and quickly scanned the contents. Her wallet was there, her keys, her small make-up bag, but her passport was missing. Taken by the Court, so she wouldn’t leave the country she presumed.
    She slung the bag over her shoulder and went out the door, leaving the jumpsuit and prison issued under garments lying in a heap on the floor where they had fallen. Good riddance. She hoped she had seen the last of prison grab.
    “This way.” Another guard indicated a large door just down the hall. “What about my luggage, my clothes?” she asked. Those had not been returned to her yet.
    “Evidence,” was the answer from the officer with a dismissive tone. She turned, shrugging her shoulders. She’d miss those items but felt she would receive them once she’d cleared her name. She had some things at her mom’s anyhow, and they were practically the same size. It would have to do.
    The massive door opened into a large open space with plenty of activity. Many officers were walking around, detectives too, and she saw the room to the right where she was booked, fingerprinted, and photographed. She shook off that horrible memory and began to look around, wondering what to do next. The guard who escorted her here had vanished.
    Then, she saw him. Nikko. He noticed her right away, but was playing it cool. He stood next to a police officer, nodded in her direction, but made no move towards her. Apparently, he expected her to come to him. At first she was disoriented for a moment, and made no move towards Nikko. He was apparently her ride home. Her gaze swept the room, but she remained where she was, rooted to the spot. She heard the front doors open, saw a glimpse of the outside, and the Florida heat entered with the sunshine as a cop came in escorting a man in handcuffs. He appeared to be a vagrant, perhaps one of the city’s many homeless. Nikko’s attention was focused on his companion, still apparently engrossed in his conversation with the officer.
    She began to fume. He was her ride home, wasn’t he? He gave her another one of his smirks, and she smirked back. The ass, she thought. As soon as his eyes left hers, she made for the door. She wasn’t going to wait around for him to shoot the breeze all day. He had taken his sweet time in getting her out on bail, and now he still kept her waiting. Waiting was not something she was good at, and she definitely wouldn’t be waiting around for him. He had to know how anxious she was to get home, and yet he