“Kindness about drug possession? Who do you know who’s kind about that?”
“We can always plead out for a lesser sentence, Cameron.” He tapped his pen, nervously on the tabletop.
“I don’t have anything to plead with,” she said with a long sigh.
“Let’s talk and see what we do have,” he said.
Damn, do I play this as a convicted felon or come out and tell him the truth? No, if Jean-René, or whomever paid him wanted him to know, they would have told him. I guess I have to play this out. But how do I want to play it? As the tough butch that I’ve always been in these situations? Well, kid, get it together and play your part.
“All right, Jason,” she said, “what do you propose?”
They sat and talked for a half hour. When Cam shook his hand and they stood up to leave, she was even more confused as she had been an hour earlier.
* * * *
When she returned to the cell block, the jailor directed her out the back door where Laurie and Grace were in the yard, sitting in the sun.