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now. Never seen again after that night.
    Same for
Julian.
    For Haley…
    “I’m sorry,
okay,” Jason mumbled. “I don’t know where she is. I don’t know where to look.”
    “Daddy…?” a
girl’s voice called behind him. “Who are you talking to?”
    Jason glanced
behind him.
    He forced his
bravest smile. “No one. I mean, I was talking to myself.”
    His daughter
moved round the chair to stand in front of him.
    “What’s the
matter?” he asked. “Can’t sleep either?”
    “Talking to
yourself means you’re crazy.”
    “What?” Jason
protested. “No, it doesn’t. You talk to yourself don’t you?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Exactly. I
was just … I wasn’t even talking to myself actually.”
    “Well, who
were you talking to?”
    “An old
friend of mine who isn’t here anymore.”
    “Well if she
isn’t here, how can you be talking to her?”
    “Well. I
guess she is here with me. In spirit that is.”
    Silence.
    “I don’t like
it when you’re unhappy, Daddy.”
    “It’s … okay
… really. I’m not that unhappy. I have you and Mommy remember?”
    “But what
about your friend? When will she go away?”
    Jason leaned
back in his chair. “I don’t know, honey,” he said. “I just don’t know.”

 
    CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
     
     
    “Hands on the wall, inmate.”
    It wasn’t a
request. Even as she moved to comply, she just wasn’t fast enough.
    The guard
shoved her against the bare concrete exterior, feeling up underneath her shirt.
Grasping her breasts. Pinching her nipples. Moving down below…
    She said
nothing in response.
    She didn’t
even make eye contact when he forced her back round to face him.
    “Alright. In
you go. Don’t keep the man waiting.”
    She slunk out
of the guard’s reach and opened the door adjacent. She was now in a small
office occupied by a man she didn’t recognize. He was on the phone with
someone.
    “Alright,
I’ll tell him. Yes. No more delays. You have my word. Yes … Yes, she just
walked in. I’ll call you back when it’s processed. Thanks. Bye.”
    He put the
phone down.
    “Have a
seat.”
    She walked
slowly to his desk and took the chair opposite.
    “You look
rather pale,” the man remarked. “Did you get breakfast this morning?”
    “No,” she
replied. “I went without.”
    “Well, I’m
sorry to hear that. But uh… Let’s see now…”
    He opened up
the desk.
    “Can I offer
you an apple? I also have an orange.”
    “No, thank
you.”
    “Are you
sure?”
    “I don’t
accept gifts.”
    “Oh.
Alright.” The man closed the desk. “Anyway, I’ve been reading your file. I’ve
seen your mugshots taken before you came in. You seem … a shadow of your former
self. Physically, I mean.”
    “Is this
going anywhere?”
    “Yes, it is.
I have a couple of questions for you. Your sentence was how long? Fifteen
years?”
    She nodded.
    “Uh-huh. And
you’ve served less than half of that? In fact it says –”
    “Four years,
ten months, eight days.”
    “Great. Now,
you were categorized as highly dangerous when you put in here. But your record
is clean. You’ve been a model prisoner. Not so model that you deserve ten years
cut from your sentence, yet I’ve been fielding calls this week from people
urging your immediate release.”
    Her posture
tilted back in the chair.
    “That doesn’t
surprise you?”
    “I don’t
know.”
    “Well, it’s
left me curious. What’s interesting is while I can see everything you’ve been
involved with during your stay here, your actions on the outside that led to
your incarceration are bizarrely worded to say the least. In fact if I didn’t
know any better, I’d say you were put in here to keep you quiet about
something. Of course, it can’t be as simple as that, can it?”
    “I used to
work for an outfit known as the Paranormal Police. I was involved in an
undercover operation when the team was compromised. There was a traitor on the
inside.”
    “I see.”
    “They pinned
on me.”
    “But you