“No, ma’am.” Flora’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Am I gonna go to jail?”
“Not if I have anything to do with it.” Charlie kept a protective arm around the girl’s narrow shoulders. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was so worried for Flora that she might as well be talking to her own child. “Listen, that man in the suit, Ken Coin, he is as sneaky as a snake, so be very careful around him, okay? He’ll try to trick you, or he’ll lie to you about evidence or he’ll tell you that your friends have said bad things about you, but don’t believe him. All you need to do is sit there and be quiet and let me do the talking.”
Flora’s tears started to fall. “I’m scared.”
“I know you are, sweetheart.” Charlie rubbed her back. Her chest swelled with righteous indignation. She wanted to throw open the door, kick the ass of any man who got in her way, and take Flora to safety. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to represent you.”
“What about ramifications?”
“It’s different now,” Charlie said. “We don’t have much time before the police come in. I’m your attorney. I’m making it official. Anything you tell me is confidential. Do you understand?”
Flora nodded, her teeth still clicking.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“I know, baby, but you need to trust me. There’s a reason they picked you up.”
Her tears kept falling. Her nose started to run. “I don’t understand why I’m here.”
Charlie found some tissues in her purse. As she waited for Flora to blow her nose, she noticed the girl’s hands were clean. At least the booking sergeant had allowed Flora to wipe off the black ink after being fingerprinted. “Do you have any idea why they might have arrested you?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Is Oliver wrapped up in something that maybe he shouldn’t be?”
“Not that I know about.” She looked over Charlie’s shoulder, thinking about it. “I mean, he went hunting during the off season, last spring, but he didn’t catch anything, so does that count?”
Charlie shook her head at the girl’s guilelessness. “He’s not selling drugs or mixed up with some bad people?”
“No, ma’am, not that I’ve ever seen. He mostly plays video games and smokes cigarettes and drinks beer on the weekends.” Flora wiped her eyes. She asked, “What’s gonna happen to me now?”
Charlie sat back in her chair. She had to dial down her emotional response, otherwise she would be next to useless when Ken Coin made his entrance. “The district attorney is going to come in here and ask questions, but remember, you don’t answer anything, or even make a comment, unless I tell you to, okay? And then be very, very brief. Only answer the question he asked. Don’t try to be helpful, or over explain.”
“Should I answer anything at all?” the girl asked. “I mean, don’t I have the right not to? To remain silent?”
“You do, absolutely, and if that’s your choice, then you should follow your conscience. What’ll happen is you’ll say that you don’t want to talk to them, and they’ll leave, and you’ll be taken back to the cell.”
Flora took a shaky breath. “What about your way?”
“As your lawyer, I think it’s best to let the district attorney talk, and we’ll listen, and maybe we won’t give him a lot of answers but his questions will help us figure out how you got mixed up in this mess.” Charlie added, “I can’t promise anything, but I might be able to talk them into releasing you. But you should know that if I can’t talk them into it, then you’ll be taken back to the cell anyway.”
Flora started to nod. “It sounds like your way gives me a chance, at least.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Charlie hedged, because sometimes Ken Coin was smarter than she wanted to admit. “Now, listen, your Meemaw said that Oliver has a record. I know you said before that he wasn’t mixed up in anything. I really need the truth from you now. I’m not going to judge you, or lecture you, or pass judgment. I just don’t want to be surprised by Mr. Coin when he comes in.”
Flora pressed together her lips. “I’m supposed to open the diner tomorrow morning. Nancy can’t do it ’cause she’s got summer school.” Flora stopped to swallow. “You said I have to have a job to prove to the judge that I can take care of myself. I can’t get fired.”
Charlie let out a short breath. The girl was still worried about emancipation when she should have been worried about prison. “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”
Flora said, “I’m sorry, Miss Quinn, but I can’t tattle on anybody. That’s not right.”
Charlie studied the girl’s open expression. Thirty minutes ago, Charlie had been worried about the Pikeville foster system. Now Flora was looking at a night, possibly more, in the women’s detention center. She wouldn’t make it a day without being irreparably damaged. The older inmates would set upon her like jackals.
Charlie asked, “Who are you protecting?”
Flora said nothing.
She guessed, “It’s not Oliver, is it? You’re protecting someone else.”
Flora looked away.
“Is it Meemaw?” The Porsche. The beer money. Maude was the clearest beneficiary of Flora’s trust. She was also keeping the girl in line with her fists. “Flora, listen to me. Someone is going to sleep in jail tonight. Do you want it to be you, or do you want to tell Mr. Coin what Meemaw has been doing and maybe work it out so that it’s just you and your grandpa living in the apartment?”
Flora kept looking down at the table. “I don’t want to get anybody—”
“In trouble, I know. But if you’re taking the fall for Meemaw, think about where this ends.”
“I’m a kid.” She shrugged. “I won’t get in trouble like she would.”
“In trouble for what?” Charlie asked. “Hypothetically?”
Flora glanced over her left shoulder, then her right. She saw the two-way mirror. She looked into Charlie’s eyes, and she silently mouthed the word meth.
Charlie suppressed a curse. She knew from Ben that the cops were looking for a van that was being used to cook meth in the vicinity of the cinder-block apartments. Maude didn’t strike Charlie as a meth freak, but Leroy had all the signs. Were they sending their granddaughter to make the buys, then Leroy took some off the top and Maude sold the rest at Shady Ray’s for beer money? And was Maude beating Flora whenever Flora refused to make the buys, because the girl struck Charlie as the type of kid who didn’t relish the idea of breaking the law.
Charlie told her, “If you go down for a crime your grandmother committed, I want you to know that you’re probably looking at hard time. I don’t mean jail. I mean big-girl prison.”
Flora’s throat worked as she swallowed. “I’m only a kid, though.”
“There are a lot of teenagers in adult prison who thought they’d get a light sentence because of their age, and they’re going to have gray in their hair by the time they get out.”