good hand and touched my splint gently.
“Baby, you could have told that man who you were the minute he put the first cuff on you.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I considered it. I’d been thinking about it all night.
“Because if I’d told him, he’d have let me go,” I said. “He’d have apologized and taken off the cuffs. And then tomorrow he’d have put them on somebody else who didn’t have a badge in her purse. Somebody like Hattie.” I studied my hands. “I wanted to know
