I drove as quickly as I could to the police station. I had called Dylan before I left the office, and the plan was that he would meet me there. I was glad for that. I had never bailed anyone out of jail before. I wasn’t even sure where to go or who to talk to.
I parked my car outside the station and walked around, looking for the entrance. I know policemen and stations were supposed to be a safe place, but I sure felt nervous and a little bit like I looked suspicious, walking around this dark, downtown building.
“Hey!” I heard a man’s voice behind me. I jumped and turned around, throwing my arms up in surrender. The man laughed.
“You must be Hazel,” he said. “You are exactly the way Logan described you.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. “
