heads.â
The girls grunted in effort as they struggled to get inside the car.
âHurry up!â Klonsky snapped .
Sarah snorted. âItâs not easy getting into a car with your hands cuffed behind your back.â
âYou girls shouldâve thought about that before you murdered the old lady.â
âSo she was murdered!â Jackieâs eyes widened.
âWe didnât murder anyone!â Sarah argued.
Her anger at being searched was no match for her rage at being unjustly accused. She sent Klonsky an angry glare before leaning her head against the seat and closing her eyes. Sitting close to her sister, she smelled the coppery scent of blood on her shirt. Turning her head, she tried not to gag. The tight space in the car was heating up and sweat formed on her brow.
âThatâs right, weâre innocent,â Jackie insisted.
âSave it for the station,â Klonsky muttered as he slammed the door and walked back inside the house.
Sarah opened her eyes and raised her head. The sweat on her forehead rolled down the side of her face. âUgh.â
âWhatâs the matter? Jackie asked.
âI canât wipe the sweat off of my face.â Sarah wiped the side of her face on the back seat. âWhatâs going on out there?â
âI donât know,â Jackie said, trying to blow some of the curls out of her face.
After an eternity, or so it seemed to Sarah, Klonsky reappeared from inside the house and climbed into the car. He ignored the girls as he started the engine. As they pulled away from the curb, an ambulance came into view. Behind the ambulance were three more police cars. This is definitely a crime scene.
âThis is going to be the longest car ride of my life,â Sarah groaned.
âNo doubt, girlfriend,â Jackie grimaced.
Lacey started to sob. âWeâre going to jail!â
As the cruiser picked up speed, Sarah stared at the world from behind the tinted window. The full force of her predicament hit her like a sledgehammer. What if this is the last time I see sunlight? Her stomach fluttered. It wonât be, Sarah argued. Youâre innocent. You didnât do this.
Lacey sobbed. âI canât believe weâre going to jail.â
âYou just had to get blood all over you, didnât you?â Sarah snapped.
âLike I did it on purpose.â
âShut up, Sarah. It couldâve been any of us,â Jackie said.
âYeah.â Lacey wiped her face on her sleeve.
âMaybe,â Sarah conceded.
The cruiser slowed and turned into the parking lot of the police station. Klonsky parked the car and turned off the engine.
âWhatâs going to happen to us, now?â Lacey sniffled.
âHey, Officer, whatâs going to happen to us, now?â Sarah asked.
Without turning his head, Officer Klonsky said, âSince you girls are under seventeen, we have to call your parents before we can question you.â
âWe didnât kill the Cat Lady,â Lacey whined.
Klonsky turned and glared at them. âThatâs what they all say.â
Klonskyâs dark eyes bored into the girls. They were bottomless pools of anger. Sarah gulped as she took in his size. His shoulders filled the front seat and his head, even with short hair, brushed the ceiling of the car.
âItâs true.â Sarah clenched her trembling hands.
âYou ever heard of death row?â Klonsky glowered at Lacey.
âYeah.â
âThe majority of those guys say theyâre innocent, too.â He turned away from the girls and fiddled with the police radio.
Lacey began wailing. âWeâre going to be on death row!â
âStop crying, weâre innocent. We didnât do anything.â Sarah glared at the back of Klonskyâs head. âHeâs just trying to scare you.â
âItâs a good thing too. Have you seen what those inmates wear? Bright orange