In Asherton, I didn't have friends or relatives. If something had happened to me, no one would come for me. Even if I disappeared without a trace, no one would care.
That was probably the reason why they'd targeted me. I wondered what had they injected into my body while I was out of it.
For the time being, all my strength was gone. I was like a lifeless vessel.
It was over. That phone call had been my one shot to call for help, but it was a mistake to call Michael. There was no hope left for me.
I spent the night in the holding cell. As expected, no one came for me, much less a lawyer.
They had my blood test results. They had drugged me with something, and had planted syringes with drugs in my bag at the hotel in public.
These were all verified facts. Everyone else must have believed that I was arrested for the possession and usage of drugs.
The door was suddenly unlocked and then opened. The same policewoman walked in, glancing at me indifferently.
She then turned to the other police officers behind her and said, "Miss Reid's case has been settled. Please fill her in."
"Yes ma'am!"
The policewoman left, leaving another in her place to watch over me. She drew out a document and handed it to me. "Miss Reid, this is your case file. You should sign it as soon as possible."
I took a few steps back to try and keep my distance from her. My voice trembled slightly. "Where are you planning on taking me?"
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