#Chapter 162 - Capture

We’re at the police station for a long, long time before we get any hint of what’s going on. Since we’re not under arrest, I’m allowed to sit with Daniel in an uncomfortable grey chair in the lobby, with lots of cops’ eyes on us. We don’t say much, even though Daniel takes my hand and holds it tight. His lawyer – our lawyer, I guess – shows up about forty-five minutes later and stands stolidly next to us. “Say nothing,” he snaps, staring straight ahead. “They want you for questions, but you don’t have to say a god damn thing. If you say anything it all, your only answer is ‘I can’t recall.’ Got it?” “Yeah,” Daniel replies, but I just nod my head, too tired and overwhelmed and exhausted to do anything more. Jerome didn’t come in with us. He was taken, with a lot of Kent’s other men, to the other part of the station to be booked. “Why didn’t we get arrested?” I ask after a long while of silence. “Because we didn’t do anything, Fay,” Daniel sighs. “They don’t have any crimes