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Alice paced from wall to wall in her cell, fidgeting with her hair. She'd already removed her jacket, sunk a paper cup of water and removed her sneakers. She'd even cycled through the meditative exercises taught to her by her old psychologist.
None of it had worked. She felt penned in. The nausea building in the pit of her stomach. The smell of disinfectant used to mop the hard floors of the sheriff’s office making it worse. That and whatever strong coffee Deputy Kenny was drinking to keep himself awake.
Alice looked out through the bars, over his shoulder. He reclined in a chair, playing an online fishing game in a small office area behind the booking desk.
As Alice began pacing again, the front door to the office opened. Thinking it must be the sheriff, she spun around and ran ove
