“What about the woman? What will I charge her with?” Nicoll asked.
“Plagium,” Watters said. “Child-stealing.” When he checked his watch, it was five past the hour. The whole affair had taken less than five minutes.
* * *
“Put the driver in a cell and bring the woman into the interview room,” Watters said. He watched as Nicholl and Haley the turnkey shoved the driver into a cell and banged shut the door.
“Right then,” Watters said as the woman sat opposite, fighting her tears. Shaw stood at the back of the room, observing Watters interrogation technique. “What’s the to-do? Why steal a bairn?”
The woman looked downward, folded her arms, and said nothing.
“Plagium is a serious charge,” Watters told her. “You could get ten years or more.” He saw a single tear trickle from the woman’s eye
