“They arrested me,” Clare said. Her voice sounded thin even to her own ears. “They said I had drugs in my bag. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.” “What?” Daniel said sharply. The word came out fast. Too fast. “Arrested? Clare, what do you mean arrested?” “At the restaurant,” she said. “They found something in my purse. I don’t know how it got there.”
“Jesus—” He broke off, breath audible now. “Are you hurt? Are you alone? Did they—did they say what it was?” “A sachet,” she said. “White powder. They think I was carrying it.” “That’s insane,” he said immediately. “That doesn’t make any sense.” His voice climbed, then stopped short, like he caught himself.