Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Dalton

Friday. Unknown.

DALTON WASN'T SURE HOW he could sweat and freeze at the same time, but it was happening.

What the fuck was going on?

He was in deep shit. The kind he wasn't sure he could get out of.

How long had he been here?

When he'd demanded a lawyer, the woman had laughed at him.

Laughed.

At him.

This couldn't be good.

Dalton bobbed his knee and stared at a spot across the room. He wasn't sure how many hours had passed, only that his legs were beginning to go numb and he couldn't feel his toes.

The door opened, startling him out of his trancelike daze. A tall black woman with short, wispy hair strode in, a file folder under her arm.

She'd laughed at him.

He glared at her, hating her already.

"Dalton Astor, I am Agent Zora Clark." She set the folder on the desk.

"Where's my lawyer? I have rights."