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special phone," he said. "It lets me talk to very special people. I can make your legal problems disappear. In fact, I can wipe out your criminal record entirely."
She doubted his claim. "What about the guys who want to kill me?"
"I can protect you from them."
She narrowed her eyes. "What's the catch?"
"You have to work for me. You have to follow my orders."
That was the last thing she wanted to do. This man had shown her nothing but cruelty so far. He was the biggest asshole she had ever met. On the other hand, the alternative wasn't appealing, either. There was no good option.
"Who are you?" she said.
"You'll find out in due time. First, you have to prove you can be useful. There is a reason I put you in jail besides teaching you a lesson. I need you to do something while you're in here."
"What?" She couldn't imagine what he had in mind.
"There was a huge protest at O'Hare Airport this morning," he said. "It stopped traffic for hours."
"I heard about it."
"Many protestors were arrested and brought here. Talk to them. Get as much information as you can. I specifically want to know when and where the next protest will be."
She stared at him in confusion. "Why?"
"Because I'm very concerned."
"Are you some kind of fucking government agent?"
"No." He snorted. "But that's a good guess."
She was desperately trying to figure him out. There was something strange about him that she couldn't quite put into words. The unwavering intensity in his eyes unsettled her. The shadows on his face seemed darker than normal. He wore a peculiar cologne which she found mildly intoxicating, and it reminded her of a funeral service. She still hated his guts, but now she was also very curious about him.
He stood up. "That's all I came to say. I'll be back tomorrow to hear your report. If it's satisfactory, I'll get you out of jail. If it's not, you'll stay here and probably get killed by one of your many enemies. The choice is yours." He left.
A few seconds later, two guards entered the interview room. It was time for her to go back to her cell.
During the long walk through the jail, Tawni fumed with rage. She was angry at Aaron for being such a gigantic jerk, but she was even angrier at herself. This kind of mess was typical for her. She had lost track of how many times she had screwed up her life by acting without thinking about the consequences. Each time, she had promised herself it would be the last, but the pattern had always repeated. She had squandered every golden opportunity. She could almost believe she was cursed.
This mess was the worst so far. She could work for a mysterious man she despised, or she could die. Normally, she relied on her pretty face and hot body to get out of trouble. She doubted Aaron would be influenced by either. He seemed too disciplined for that.
She entered her jail cell, and the door slammed closed behind her. She was sharing her cell with three other women. There were four beds, two above and two below. They were just thin mattresses laid over wires and springs, but she had seen worse accommodations in other jails. The other three women were wearing the same hideous orange outfits as Tawni. Two were lying on their beds, and the third was sitting up. Nobody was talking.
Tawni sighed deeply. She had to make her choice now. When Aaron showed up tomorrow, he would expect a report, and if she didn't have one, he probably wouldn't give her a second chance. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would accept excuses. She needed to learn a lot more about him. She had to find some kind of leverage she could use to get the advantage. It seemed he would become an important figure in her life.
She climbed onto one of the upper bunks. She let her legs dangle over the edge.
"Hey," she said, "anybody know about the big protest at O'Hare? I didn't see the news reports, but I heard it was pretty ugly."
The woman directly across the cell looked over. She was a plump Hispanic woman with long hair. One of
She doubted his claim. "What about the guys who want to kill me?"
"I can protect you from them."
She narrowed her eyes. "What's the catch?"
"You have to work for me. You have to follow my orders."
That was the last thing she wanted to do. This man had shown her nothing but cruelty so far. He was the biggest asshole she had ever met. On the other hand, the alternative wasn't appealing, either. There was no good option.
"Who are you?" she said.
"You'll find out in due time. First, you have to prove you can be useful. There is a reason I put you in jail besides teaching you a lesson. I need you to do something while you're in here."
"What?" She couldn't imagine what he had in mind.
"There was a huge protest at O'Hare Airport this morning," he said. "It stopped traffic for hours."
"I heard about it."
"Many protestors were arrested and brought here. Talk to them. Get as much information as you can. I specifically want to know when and where the next protest will be."
She stared at him in confusion. "Why?"
"Because I'm very concerned."
"Are you some kind of fucking government agent?"
"No." He snorted. "But that's a good guess."
She was desperately trying to figure him out. There was something strange about him that she couldn't quite put into words. The unwavering intensity in his eyes unsettled her. The shadows on his face seemed darker than normal. He wore a peculiar cologne which she found mildly intoxicating, and it reminded her of a funeral service. She still hated his guts, but now she was also very curious about him.
He stood up. "That's all I came to say. I'll be back tomorrow to hear your report. If it's satisfactory, I'll get you out of jail. If it's not, you'll stay here and probably get killed by one of your many enemies. The choice is yours." He left.
A few seconds later, two guards entered the interview room. It was time for her to go back to her cell.
During the long walk through the jail, Tawni fumed with rage. She was angry at Aaron for being such a gigantic jerk, but she was even angrier at herself. This kind of mess was typical for her. She had lost track of how many times she had screwed up her life by acting without thinking about the consequences. Each time, she had promised herself it would be the last, but the pattern had always repeated. She had squandered every golden opportunity. She could almost believe she was cursed.
This mess was the worst so far. She could work for a mysterious man she despised, or she could die. Normally, she relied on her pretty face and hot body to get out of trouble. She doubted Aaron would be influenced by either. He seemed too disciplined for that.
She entered her jail cell, and the door slammed closed behind her. She was sharing her cell with three other women. There were four beds, two above and two below. They were just thin mattresses laid over wires and springs, but she had seen worse accommodations in other jails. The other three women were wearing the same hideous orange outfits as Tawni. Two were lying on their beds, and the third was sitting up. Nobody was talking.
Tawni sighed deeply. She had to make her choice now. When Aaron showed up tomorrow, he would expect a report, and if she didn't have one, he probably wouldn't give her a second chance. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would accept excuses. She needed to learn a lot more about him. She had to find some kind of leverage she could use to get the advantage. It seemed he would become an important figure in her life.
She climbed onto one of the upper bunks. She let her legs dangle over the edge.
"Hey," she said, "anybody know about the big protest at O'Hare? I didn't see the news reports, but I heard it was pretty ugly."
The woman directly across the cell looked over. She was a plump Hispanic woman with long hair. One of
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