Bethany Kendrick was having the worst year of her life.
She remained in police protective custody for the rest of the night. The two officers in the cruiser – one of them was a woman, thank God, and Bethany wasn’t sure why that made her feel better but it did – had asked her about the man they had seen her with. Apparently, they had been watching her and Adriel discuss her next move at the crosswalk.
Bethany awoke in a large, comfortable bed with several fluffy pillows and a big comforter wrapped around her. It was dark, but her eyes could make use of the dim light coming through a window behind a heavy curtain. She listened. Silence.