“Be careful, hija,” she whispered, and before I could say anything, Dominic grabbed me and we exited the apartment.
This situation was beyond bizarre.
Alan was already waiting for us with the car door open. We got in, and he drove faster than the two previous times.
“What’s wrong?”
“She’s accused of drug use. Cocaine was found in her bag. Those are serious accusations, Sapphire. I’m not sure it’s that easy to help her.”
I just sat there and gaped at him, because what he said made no sense whatsoever. “She is not a druggie, Dominic.”
“No one said she was, but she had it with her ready to sell. She knew what she was doing.”
“Someone must have made that up. There is no way she would have done it.”
“Right. Isn't her boyfriend a druggie?”
“As much as I hate Logan, he would have never done it either. Plus, they aren’t together; all those fantasies are just in Sophie’s head. Someone must have set her up.” Dominic didn't exactly look convinced with my reasoning but said nothing for the remainder of the trip.
It was fast, and before I knew it, we reached the station. The driver opened the door swiftly and we got out. A middle-aged man in a suit and a rather grim expression was waiting for us at the gate.
“Dominic.”
“Jefferson. Have you been inside?”
“Yes, and it doesn’t look good. I’m afraid it’s worse.”
I worried my lip then stood close to Dominic, and asked, “Worse how?”
The lawyer’s eyes snapped to me and he raised his brows, but said nothing at first. It was as if he was freaking surprised I was even here. “In the beginning, I thought we could get around it if it was in her purse. Shit happens in the club, and at least she would have been out of it.”
“But?” Dominic’s voice was sharp and cold.
“That wasn’t the case. She knew what she was doing. It was part of some kind of deal the FBI has been looking into for a long time. She was there and voluntarily accepted the job. She is guilty, and they have all the proof, Dominic. Even as good a lawyer as I am, my hands are tied here.” Jefferson’s tone was apologetic, but it did nothing to make me feel better.
She knew what she was doing? God, that was probably the new job she was telling me about.
Modeling. It was not modeling; it was drug dealing. That would have explained all the money they promised her, and she probably grabbed the opportunity.
I couldn't believe this shit. How could she have done something so stupid? She wanted a better life, and maybe I pushed her a lot lately, but the blame was on her this time. I tried to calm down and think logically, but I couldn't.
Dominic palmed my head with his hands, giving me no choice but to look into his amber eyes, which calmed me down.
“Do not panic.” His voice was firm yet soft.
“You heard him. We can’t help her.” She was the only family I had left! Sometimes life seriously sucked!
“I’ll think of something.”
As much as I wanted to believe him, even he had no absolute power against the law. Drugs were freaking serious, and I think we were left only with one choice, even though I hated it.
“We can call our parents. They are friends with the senator and—” As much as our fathers hated us, Ken wouldn’t want the FBI investigating his daughter’s case. They had connections, but surely not everywhere, right?
“No. I’ll fix this.”
“Dominic—”
“I said I’ll fix it.” Then he let go of me and shifted his focus to Jefferson. “Let’s go in and deal with it. I need to speak to her. It’s possible, right?”
Jefferson nodded his head, took out some papers from his briefcase, and gave them to Dominic. “She signed the documents, so I’m officially her attorney. I’m not sure we can see her now; she was so hysterical an hour ago they had to calm her down. She isn’t really taking prison life very well.”
“Not surprising. Alan, take Sapphire home.”
That made me still, and my eyes narrowed in anger. “What? I’m not going anywhere. In case you forgot, that’s my best friend in there, not yours.” He didn't seem pleased with my answer, but it wasn't like I cared much at that moment. As grateful as I was for his help in all the mess over the past two days, Sophie was my best friend since kindergarten. I would not be pushed aside in this.
“Sapphire, you can’t do anything. Go home, change, and then we can have lunch and discuss the situation. There is no reason for you to be here right now.” His voice was patient, as though he was trying to reason with a spoiled child.