Chapter 49

“This should do,” Brody announced, pushing her without warning into the last cell in the corridor.

“Why are you doing this?” she cried as she hit the wall from the force of his shove.

“Orders are orders,” he said tonelessly.

“Please…I didn’t…”

Brody held up his hand as he slammed the door behind her. The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed off the walls.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

Brody shrugged. “Guess that’s up to the mayor.”

“Would you want your sister or your mother locked up in a place like this?” Eliza tried desperately.

“My sister or mother never would have killed a man,” Brody said, clearly finished with the argument. “Martha will probably bring your dinner around.”