my feet. The violent motion caught me off-balance. My knee banged hard against the steel frame of the table, sending my
glass of water crashing sideways. The water flooded across the edge, dripping steadily onto the scuffed linoleum floor. "Sheriff," the young deputy whispered, his face draining of color. "Are we... did dispatch get a call? I didn't hear an APB on the radio about an armed robbery—" "I said bag her effects, Miller!" Voss's voice dropped into a guttural, menacing growl that shut the young man up instantly. "Or do you want to join her in a holding cell for insubordination?" Miller swallowed hard, his jaw clenching so tight that the muscles beneath his ears bulged. Without another word, he reached into the booth, grabbed the strap of my dark leather handbag, and slung it over his shoulder. His hands were visibly shaking. Voss gripped the chain linking