"Victoria Willis?"
She blinked. The voice wasn't one of the regular guards. This one sounded newer. Unfamiliar. And too polite.
"Yeah?" she answered cautiously, not bothering to stand. Her back ached from the cot and her wrists were still sore from yesterday's cuffs.
"Get up. You're leaving."
Victoria narrowed her eyes. "Leaving where?"
The young officer didn't look at her. He had a paper in his hand, stamped and folded. "You've been processed. You're to be released immediately."
Her brows pinched together. "That's impossible. Did Dan send you? Is he here?What's going on? "
"I don't know what you're talking about about. I've just been ordered to let you know you've been released."
He reached for her cuffs and she instinctively pulled her hands back.
"Wait who actually requested this?"
"I was just told to come get you," he muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. "Ma'am, please. Don't make this difficult."
