The prison door swung shut behind him. As she ascended the stairs, Amber approached the front door just as a police officer emerged and held the door open. “What?”
“The cameras?”
“Oh. As she ascended the stairs, Amber approached the front door just as a police officer emerged and held the door open. He was paper-white and looked like he was about to show her what he’d eaten for lunch as he stared at the soon-to-be remains of his charge. However, I need to verify your story to protect my client’s interests. I have to be there in person. It was a collection of large glass cylinders and spheres combined in an avant-garde design. They do a retinal and fingerprint scan.”
“Unfortunate but not impossible,” Amber said, picking up her phone. Amber fished a handkerchief from her bag, stood up, pulled her glasses off her face, and began wiping away the crimson droplets clinging to her lenses.
