"Someone bring in a girl earlier!" he asked.

"Uh uh," the cop behind the desk said. "Nobody's been brought in today."

"But… but he was bringing her in to pay a fine," Amy said, perplexed.

"Was it a car like mine!"

"Huh!"

"Was he wearing the same color uniform, driving the same color car!"

"Uhm, now that I think of it, his shirt was brown."

"Ah, he was probably a county deputy then," the guy said. "Your sister would be in Derlidge jail."

"Oh."

"Say, I did get a notice from the county sheriffs office," the guy behind the desk said. "Said some thing about pullin' in a girl for speeding and finding drugs on her."

"What!" Amy blinked.

"Said, uhm, said something about, keeping an eye out for a black Jeep with another girl in it. That must be her," he said, looking at Amy.

"But that's crazy!" Amy protested. "Meghan didn't have any drugs!"

"I'm sure we'll figure it all out easy enough," the young deputy with her said, smiling reassuringly. "Probably just a mistake."

"It must be! Maybe it's not Meghan."

"Maybe so, but we'll have to search you anyway, and the jeep, just to make sure there's no drugs."

"There isn't!" she cried.

"I believe you, honey. But we got to check. It's rules," he smiled, shrugging apologetically. "Joe, why don't you check the car!" he said to the guy behind the counter. "We'll get this over with quick."

"You say so, Paul," the guy said.

"Why don't you come back here with me… Amy, wasn't it! We'll just get this done and then you can call your parents."

"But I…"

"It's okay, it'll just take a minute," he smiled, leading her gently across the room towards a steel door.

"We don't believe in drugs," Amy said, following him and looking around worriedly.

"Me neither," Paul said. He led her through the steel door and then down a small hall to a square little room. There was nothing in the room but a table and four chairs. He didn't lead her to the table, though, but instead turned her around to face the wall.