Baltimore City Courthouse
Sally port prisoner transfer section
Irony was one fickle, messed-up bitch, Angela thought. A year and a half ago she was the fair-haired darling of Charm City. Baltimore’s hottest get-the-hell-out-of-my-way-I’m-going-to-the-top cop. Today, in the icy rain that bit at her skin like shotgun spray, two female deputies escorted her, hobbled and cuffed, clad in prison orange, from her courthouse holding cell into the sally port.
The anger she’d kept tamped down since her assault, subsequent arrest, and trial—even when that asshole prosecutor had...