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Show 131 "Yeah, sure." She was back at ground level in no time. He didn't, say another word until he'd shaken her damp hand. He sure liked making contact. It was his favorite thing. "How are you, Dyna?" She couldn't answer, just shrugged sort of foolishly. She'd been fine, up until now. "Dyna," he glanced up at the house again, "I need to talk with you at the station. I want you to come along with me right now." "Now?" She looked down at her wet front. "Yes." The next minute Dyna was back in the house, stripping off her T top and buttoning up a clean blouse. She was glad Miss Mary was in the kitchen with Gram. There wouldn't be so many questions. She pulled a comb through her hair with shaking hands, then slung her tote bag on her shoulder, her heart pumping furiously. God, Dyna, slow down! She grabbed the edge of her dresser and forced herself to take a deep breath. It's finally happening, isn't it? You've been waiting all year and now it's happening. You wondered how it would feel. Well, now you know. Dyna stopped halfway across the living room where Miss Mary couldn't see her. "Gram," she called, "Sergeant Fowler's here. I'm going back with him to the station." "Dyna!" Gram's chair scraped the floor. "Don't get up," Dyna frowned, then hurried out to the kitchen to stop her grandmother. "I'll be right back. It's nothing--" "What's he want with you this time?" "Gram, you know how they hound you! Once you've been in trouble, they just hound you. I gotta go now. He's outside waiting. Don't worry." She kissed her grandmother, trying to avoid Miss Mary's stricken eyes. How did .she know what was happening? How could she tell? Dyna turned quickly and left by the back door. The police officer was waiting for her in the car. He got out and opened her side, but he wasn't smiling. As a matter of fact, he hadn't smiled once, and in her memory of their first meeting, his black face |