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Wade laid back onto the prison cell's lumpy mattress and slowly exhaled. Normally, she hated sleeping on a lumpy mattress, but after the three hour interrogation the detectives had subjected her to, she could have fallen asleep on a cement floor.

Wade had played it smart. She had kept her mouth shut and had given the police nothing to go on. She hadn't even admitted who she really was, so they'd had to book her as "Jane Doe", although they all knew who she was. She'd said absolutely nothing--only opening her mouth once to ask for a lawyer. That was when the interrogation had ended.

She looked around her cell. It was small and windowless. "How on earth are Quinn and Remmie gonna get me out of here?" she asked herself. It seemed impossible. She wondered if they even knew where she was or what had happened to her. She thought perhaps she'd have to break herself out, if it came to that. But for now, all she could do was wait and hope that her friends would be able to help her somehow.

Wade closed her eyes. Her last thought, before she drifted off to sleep, was to swear to God that if she got out of this, she'd promise not to get involved with the locals on the next matter what.

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