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Her head looked like an onion, a slight fuss growing back where it had been shaved. And her arms were the size of ham hanks.
    The last cell held a bony woman with sallow skin. Poor thing needed to quit smoking and buy a decent moisturizer.
    Marci automatically reached for her purse to offer her a sample of hers, then realized she didn’t have a purse because she was in the clinker.
    The cop opened cell door two and threw her in with the beefy she-man.  “You and Dorothy make nice now.”
    Marci swallowed hard as the woman gave her a once-over. Then she aimed a crooked smile at her that reminded her of all the horror stories about demented prisoners in jail.
    Was Dorothy going to make her her bitch before the detective could interrogate?
     
    *~*~*~*
     
    Cade watched Marci Turner step into the cell with the big bubba of a woman through the security cameras they’d installed in the jail last year. The mayor insisted it would ensure safer lock-ups for prisoners and offer protection to guards from false charges.
    But it has also come in handy in detective work.  Some of the people they’d brought in were so upset, wasted, or cocky they often spilled details of their crimes to hang themselves without even knowing it.
    “What you in for?” Dorothy asked with a grunt.  “Going barefoot with that designer dress?”
    Marci actually giggled, then plopped down on the cot. “No, this mean detective ran in and stopped my wedding. He said my fiancé stole money from his granny.”
    “Did he?” the skinny pale woman asked.
    “No, of course not.” At Dorothy’s questioning eyebrow raise, Marci chewed on her lip, smearing that red lipstick.  Her shoulders sagged, the wedding gown slipping off one shoulder.  “Well, at least if he did, I didn’t know about it.”
    Dorothy grunted again.  “That sounds like a man.”
    Marci turned big innocent eyes toward her cellmate. “I just don’t get it. I thought he loved me. That he was my one and only like Kim found. Kim, she’s my twin sister, and she’s always been the good one.”
    “I had a sister like that, too,” Dorothy mumbled. “Goody-two shoe.”
    Marci nodded. “It’s not like she does it to make me look bad,” Marci said though in defense of her twin. “Kim’s just wired to be nice and respectable. And I was wired …”
    “To mess up,” Dorothy mumbled.
     “Exactly.” Marci released a defeated sigh. “But that was supposed to change today.”
    Cade winced as Georgia strode in and set two cups of coffee on the table. “She confessed yet?”
    “Not exactly,” Cade said, trying to get a read on Marci. Was this how she’d snowed all those innocent little old ladies into giving her boyfriend their money?
    He could see how it would work. Her innocent act was almost beguiling.
    Except what did she have to gain from Dorothy?
    Unless she figured she’d better make friends with the woman or Dorothy might hurt her…
    Marci twisted her veil in her hands, swinging her bare feet like she was a five-year-old having to sit in time-out on the playground. “What are you in for?”
    Dorothy rubbed a hand over her fuzzy hair. “Caught my old man humping my neighbor in my bed.”
    “Oh, my god, that’s awful.” Marci moved over and patted the woman’s hand.  “But why did they arrest you?”
    “I cold cocked the bastard. Son of a bitch called the law. Said I assaulted him.” Dorothy sniffled.  “I know I don’t look so pretty right now, but that chemo done made my hair fall out and the steroids made me blimp up like a pig being fattened up for Christmas.”
    “You poor thing.” Marci put her arm around the woman, and Dorothy leaned into her and blubbered like a baby.
    Cade shook his head.
    Five minutes later, Marci was giving Dorothy makeover advice like they were best friends.
    “Listen here, Dorothy, I can get you some shampoo and conditioner to help your hair grow back in better and stronger than before. It’s a little pricey but soon as I get