Nobody said anything. In Pell County, Georgia, nobody had said anything to Dalton Voss in twelve years.
Voss bent to my ear and spoke low, with cruel satisfaction.
“You think you’re clever? In my town, nobody hears you scream. And nobody’s coming to save you.”
He shoved me through the glass front doors toward his idling cruiser. Behind us, a young deputy carried my purse on his shoulder like he didn’t know what to do with it.
Inside that purse, my government-issued phone began to buzz with an urgent message.
It was from the Chief Judge of my district.
Sheriff Voss thought he’d just humiliated another powerless outsider. He had no idea who he was putting in the back of his car, and the nightmare at his station house was only starting.
