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took her by the elbow to steer her through the playground to his cruiser and into the back seat.
    He didn't say a word on the ten minute ride to her home. Chief swung the car into the Giroux's long circular driveway, then idled under the large valet awning that extended from the front door. He hopped out to open her door for her.
    Her mood had sobered significantly on the ride home as the motion of the car began to make her ill. She didn't have any laughter the next time when he addressed her.
    "Clementine," Chief Darling said in a warning tone. "I catch you out again and it'll be jail where I take you, not your nice comfy bed."
    She narrowed her eyes and sneered at him. Then, parting with an eye roll, she let herself quietly into the house.

Chapter 7
    C lementine slept until one in the afternoon Saturday where she rested buried in a sloppy mountain of silk blankets and seven hundred thread count sheets. When she finally dragged her dry, blood shot eyes open, the light stabbed her just as physically as a knife in her brain would have. She moaned and massaged her temples. She smacked her lips feeling almost desperate for something to quench the thick cotton dry mouth brought on by thirst.
    She rolled to the right and felt around on the end table for her phone. When she raised it in front of her, she promptly dropped it on her face then yelled a salty explicative. Plucking the phone up again she angrily stabbed her home screen then tapped the Likebook icon. Despite sleeping for most of the day, having engaged in illegal activities and being let off the hook, and feeling sick as a dog, she could still think of nothing more important than scrolling through her newsfeed.
    The fact that Likebook wouldn't load only darkened her crummy mood.
    She closed and opened the app several times. Then she tapped open her Internet browser only to find a "no Internet connection" message.
    A cold sweat beaded across Clementine's forehead. Her heart fluttered at an alarming rate. This had never happened before with the one exception of accidentally passing through an area on a road trip without 4G Wi-Fi. It had been the most traumatic fifteen minutes of her life.
    When she fired off a text, followed by an immediate "schloop" sound and a "message not delivered" response, the hot tears began to flow.
    Then she clicked the first contact in the address book and hit dial.
    "Your service has been temporarily disconnected, please contact the billing department."
    The phone slipped from her hand and her mouth dropped open.
    "DAAAAAAADDDDDY!"
    ***
    Clementine's face rested against her arms on the dining room table. She wailed pitifully. Her father's penny loafers clicked on the parquet floors as he paced angrily. She'd ignored his repeated requests to sit up and settle down.
    "CLEMENTINE OPAL GIROUX! SIT UP RIGHT NOW!"
    Clementine's head shot up. Her face went ghostly pale. She began cycling through memories in her mind trying to recall a single incident of him yelling at her.
    "That's enough," he said ominously once he finally had her attention.
    "Daddy, I need my phone," Clementine tearfully pled.
    Mr. Giroux was a stout, muscular man with a handsome chiseled face and attractively silvering hair. He had kind dark eyes, but those eyes cast a look of disgust on his daughter just then.
    "Oh you do, do you?" he asked in a low tone that was in all honesty, frightening. "Let me see here… You go to school… When you feel like it. Hang out with your delinquent friends doing God knows what. The same friends, I might add, who abandoned you when the police showed up!"
    Clementine's cheeks blazed. He knew. She couldn't believe he knew.
    "That's right, missy, I know," he shouted, seeming to read her mind. What she failed to realize, was that he didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was thinking. She was simply following in the footsteps of every other spoiled, idiot teenager who'd come before her.
    "And, do you know what else I know? I know you've blown