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“Ma’am,” a young black cop said, stepping cautiously forward while several of his pals drew down on me with guns and steely stares. “I’ll need you to come with me.”
“Sure,” I said. “Have you got room in your squad car for all my friends?”
He eyed the nervous girls as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt.
“And while you’re at it,” I told him as I let him cuff my hands behind my back. “A Romanian translator would probably be a big help. A doctor, too. There’s six more in the van next door and fifteen out in the Valley.”
Now that it was finally over, I felt nothing but a numb sort of relief. I couldn’t find the energy to wonder about the future. About a trial and jail and the media circus and all the madness that I knew was waiting for me. All I knew was that in some weird way, I was glad I hadn’t run. I was glad that, after all the different people I had been forced to be, I could be myself again. I could be Angel Dare again.
I’d take the rap for Jesse and Ridgeway fair and square, but I’d fight tooth and nail against Ridgeway’s kiddie porn frame-up and I’d beat it if it killed me. I’d never be able to go back to the business, but hell, maybe I’d end up even more famous by the time this was done. I’d go from “Didn’t she used to be...?” to “That’s her, that’s Angel Dare.” Maybe it wasn’t exactly the type of fame I’d always wanted, but hey, no publicity is bad publicity, right? Isn’t that what they say?
The cop who cuffed me read me my rights and asked if I understood. I told him that I did and that I wanted to talk to Detective Erlichman.
“What do you want to talk to Erlichman for?” he asked, maneuvering me none too gently toward a waiting squad car.
“He’ll want to talk to me,” I told the cop.
“Why is that?” he asked, grasping the curve of my shorn head and pushing me down into the back seat of the cruiser.
I looked up at him, at all the cops and reporters, the bikers and gawkers gathered around to see what all the excitement was about.
“I’m Angel Dare,” I said.
I can’t say the look on the cop’s face made it all worth it, but it sure made me smile.
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