Chapter Fifteen
The next day, Melanie’s bail was set at fifty thousand dollars.
The feds continued their questioning marathon. During a break, I checked my messages. Donna had called to ask how things were going. I called her back.
I gave my name to whoever answered the phone. After a pause, Donna came on.
“Talk to me, Sam,” she said.
“Her bail is fifty grand.”
I heard a quick intake of breath at the other end.
“A bail bondsman will cost ten percent up front,” I said.
“I’ve got it.”
“You’re going to pay the bondsman?”
“I have the money.”
“That’s nice,” I said, for lack of anything better. The lawsuit against the bank was in the back of my mind. The case was already about as crazy as a quacking cow. Now a codefendant in a related case was bailing out my client.
As if she’d read
