Caylee looked up at him and nodded.
He sighed, took her arm, and led her to a big gray metal door. She heard the bolt unlock before Brodie opened it for them.
They came to a desk where the three had to sign in, and the guys had to hand over their guns and anything metal. Then they went through a metal detector and waited for a guard to open another door.
“Are you here to see prisoner Terry Jones?” a man behind a tall counter asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“And who are you?” he asked the guys with her.
Raul squeezed her shoulder. “We’re FBI agents and friends with this woman.”
“That’s good. She’s going to get a lot of attention.”
“We figured,” Brodie said.
“The visitors’ room is through that door. Another guard will let you in, and another will stay with you. You’ve got ten minutes.”
Caylee swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
They got into a fairly large room, and several tables were already taken. Fortunately, the one closest to the door was open, so she sat there and waited. She was aware of the whistles and looks she was getting but ignored them. It made her feel much better knowing she had the guys behind her.
A door to the far end opened, and Detective Jones walked in, wearing an orange jumpsuit. His legs and arms were shackled, so it took him longer to get to her.
She could tell when he recognized her and was shocked. Then a gleam of evil filled his eyes. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little cunt that got me arrested.”
“No, you did that,” she said.
He sat opposite her. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I needed to see you here and the place where you’ll be here for the rest of your life.”
“I have the possibility for parole in thirty years, bitch.”
She shook her head. “It will never happen. I willpersonally make sure you stay where you belong. I’ve already started making a list of people we found that you kidnapped and sold.” She didn’t understand the fear that crept into his eyes and how he looked around before focusing on her.
“Keep your fucking voice down.”
“Why? It’s not like I’m yelling,” she said.
“Just do it. Now, what else?”
“It’s amazing how much older you look already.”
“Fuck off.”
“Where are the others?”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“One more question. What in the world made you do something so horrific and destroy so many lives?”
He shrugged. “It was mostly the money.”
“You have no feelings at all about the people?”
“Not really.”