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She said, “I wonder if he’s retained a lawyer yet.”
“Probably a public defender. I looked a little deeper into his past last night. He was on probation. His latest crime will land him here for a good long while.”
“Then maybe he won’t have anything to lose by talking to us now.”
“Maybe.”
She shot him a glance and then looked at her watch. “Wonder what’s taking so long?”
“He’s probably at dinner.”
She grimaced. “Is it already that time? I forgot how late it was.”
“Your headache gone?”
“The one from this morning is. However, I have a feeling Mr. Wray may spark another one.”
The door opened and Jordan straightened.
An officer said, “Mr. Wray won’t be coming in.”
“Why’s that?” Katie asked.
“Because he’s being transported to the hospital. There was a fight on the way to the dining hall. He was stabbed in the throat.”
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