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quickly to look at the police officer, hoping he hadn't seen anything.
“Good use of pressure points, Elizabet,” Lieutenant Simmons said, motioning for them to stand further back from the cell. “I've seen Ms. Winters do things like that before,” the police officer continued. “It's some Japanese martial art, isn't it?”
Elizabet's eyes never left Kayla's. “I know a few useful tricks, Jeff,” she said.
“Yes.” The police officer nodded. “In any case, Elizabet, my answer is yes. I don't see why you can't foster this girl for a few days until a judge figures out what to do for her. Just make sure the correct paperwork ends up on the captain's desk.”
“That's what you were asking about?” Kayla asked, her eyes wide.
“Only if you don't mind, child. If you'd rather go elsewhere, we can make other arrangements,” Elizabet said.
“No, that's okay by me.” Kayla didn't know what else to say. She thought about being locked up in Juvie, and decided that it would be a lot easier to get away from this lady than the cops at Juvie. Because all she could think about right now was running away, running as far away from all of everything that had happened tonight, until she didn't have to think about it anymore.
Then she thought about a warm bed, and maybe a chance to take a shower, maybe