Page 111 of Forged By Sacrifice

“Hello, Georgia?” the smooth female voice said groggily.

I looked at the clock on the wall above the mirror. One thirty in the morning.

“Theresa, I’m so sorry to call you like this. I need your help.”

There was shuffling on the other end. “What’s wrong?”

“My sister and I have been taken to the…” I looked at the woman who’d brought me my phone. I had no idea where I was at. I didn’t know which agency was holding me. “We need a lawyer.”

“Where are you?” she asked, awake now. Her voice was sharp and crisp. I didn’t want to see her disappointment any more than I wanted to see Mac’s, but she was a good lawyer. She was known in D.C. I could only hope for the best.

“Excuse me, where should I have my lawyer come?” I asked the woman.

She waved her hand for the phone, and I reluctantly gave it. She gave Theresa the address and then hung up. She left without another word, taking my phone with her.

I wanted to lay my head down and forget the whole evening. I wanted to go back a day and refuse to go to the club with Malik. I wanted to just believe it was all a dream and nowhere near my reality. Descartes’ words, that Mac had repeated just this week, rang in my head. “How can you be certain that your whole life is not a dream?” I definitely didn’t want this to be my reality.

It was almost an hour later before the door opened again. Theresa entered first, in a suit, hair up, makeup on. She looked like she was ready to kill the day, and it was only two thirty in the morning. The man and woman duo followed her inside.

“Did you ask why you were being taken?” Theresa asked.

“Yes.”

“And they told you what?”

“They said they had questions for me.”

“And did they ask for your consent to search your bag?”

“No, but I told them I did not give them consent to search it,” I told her.

Her eyes flashed at me. “Good girl.”

She turned to the duo who had seated themselves across from me. Theresa wasn’t sitting.

“We’ll be leaving now,” she told them.

“No, you won’t. We have a brick of cocaine that was found in your client’s purse. She’s not leaving without telling us where she got it,” the man spoke for the pair again.

“Did you have a warrant?”

They both shifted.

“No?” Theresa laughed. “Like I said, we’ll be leaving.”

“We’ll have it tested. When it comes back with her prints on it, she’ll be right back here,” the woman spoke.

“If it comes back with my client’s fingerprints, it will still have been obtained illegally, without cause, and will not be admissible in any proceedings you’d like to sling at her.” She looked at me. “Stand up, Georgia, we’re leaving.”

She went to the door. I looked at the pair as I cautiously stood, uncertain whether they’d be hauling me back into the chair, or if I’d be free to go. I got to the door, and Theresa opened it. We walked out. The duo followed us but didn’t make any attempt to stop us.

“Where’s Raisa?” I asked to any and all of them at the same time.

“Raisa is your sister?” Theresa asked, and I nodded. She looked at the duo. “Did you have a warrant for the sister?”

They didn’t speak.

“I didn’t think so. We’ll be taking her with us as well.” Theresa eyed them like they were the lowest form of species on the planet. Worse than dung beetles.

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