The police quarters was silent.
Mrs. Jackson sat inside a room within those same quarters, on an iron chair, and after moments of waiting, the door finally creaked open. She looked up to see an officer bringing the captain inside — Cade — whose hands were bound by handcuffs.
There was an unmistakable sourness and perhaps rage, too, in the broken gentleman as she locked eyes with him. But the anger of a poor man wasn't her business at this moment.
So, she looked away.
The officer soon brought the captain to sit opposite Mrs. Jackson; then he bowed at her.
"The cameras are off as you requested," the officer informed her.
Mrs. Jackson slowly shifted her glance at him, then nodded in the same manner. "Good job. Also, keep it to yourself that I visited."
"Understood, ma'am."
Afterward, the man left, leaving the two of them staring in silence.
Mrs. Jackson soon asked, "How is the station air treating you so far?"
