Chapter Two
The county building was about twenty years old, built of reinforced concrete and faced with brick. The county offices, where Angela had been an employee only yesterday, were upstairs. The Sheriff’s office, courtrooms, and jail were in the basement. In the month that she worked there, Angela had never had a reason to visit the lower level.
Her captors hustled her through the glassed foyer and past the reception area. The officer on duty looked up as they went by but quickly busied himself with the paperwork before him. Angela felt her stomach tighten. She had been anticipating the dreary bureaucratic business of a typical arrest. They should have checked in at the main desk and filled out forms before taking her into an office to be fingerprinted and photographed. Instead, the
