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let me see him, I thought.
     
    I threw the door open and stormed into the building; the front room was actually just a small office. There were two desks; behind one sat a man with a Sheriff’s uniform on, while the other was occupied by a regular cop. They both looked up with amusement as I barged in.
     
    “Well, well. How can we help you, honey?” the Sheriff asked, a grin on his face. I hated him from the moment I saw him.
     
    “I’m here to see someone. Cash,” I demanded. The two officers looked at each other and chuckled.
     
    “Cash who? Or do you mean you want to pay us something?” the cop asked dismissively. I blushed as I realized I didn’t know Cash’s full name, or even if Cash was a part of his real name. But, I gathered myself together and returned their bemused stares with an angry glare.
     
    “You know who I’m talking about,” I said. The men exchanged another amused look. I stomped my foot on the ground. “This isn’t funny. Let me see him.”
     
    “Well, sorry, sweetheart, no visitors allowed,” the cop said with a smile. These assholes were getting off on me being upset. Why? Because they thought they’d caught a vicious criminal? My eyes filled with tears as I thought about Cash behind bars; how long would he be gone? What if it was years? I sniffled slightly, still furious, which only made my tears flow harder. The men now looked uncomfortable, as men usually do around sobbing females. I tried changing my approach.
     
    “I’m sorry, I just really need to talk to him, it’s…it’s important,” I said between tears.
     
    “Well, look, I’m really sorry, but rules are…” the cop started to say, but the Sheriff interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
     
    “What kind of law enforcement would we be if we left a citizen in distress?” the Sheriff said, gazing at me, or more accurately, at my chest, which was heaving with each sob. “Take her back. Give her five minutes.” The cop shook his head but stood up nonetheless, and walking towards me he grabbed my arm.
     
    “Should I search her, boss?” the cop asked the Sheriff. The Sheriff shook his head.
     
    “Where could she even be hiding anything?” the Sheriff asked, still staring at my chest. I thought he had some good ideas where I could be hiding something, but I knew this wasn’t the time to start any more trouble. The cop held my arm and led me forward through a door and down a long hallway, then down another corridor that held a single jail cell.
     
    “You got a visitor, Cash. And she’s real pretty,” yelled the cop. We approached the cell; Cash was standing with his hands gripping the bars. I ran up to him, taking his hands in mine.
     
    “Teacup! How’d you find out where I was? What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here,” Cash said, his voice as full of authority as ever, but tinged with concern.
     
    “They told me at the bar. What happened? Why are you here?” I asked, my voice raw from crying.
     
    “Pigs think they got me on bootlegging charges. Nothing’s gonna stick, though, honey, don’t you worry. I’ll be outta here in no time,” he said, unconvincingly, but with that half-grin that always melted my heart. I pressed closer against the bars, happy to be finally close to him again after so much worrying.
     
    “But…but…what if…” I stammered.
     
    “No what if’s. I’ll be out. They can’t keep me long,” Cash said; he lifted one hand through the bars and stroked my hair. I turned to the cop, who was standing a few feet away.
     
    “Can’t you give us some privacy?” I demanded.
     
    “Sorry, ma’am, rules are rules,” the cop replied smugly. I pouted at him, putting on my best innocent face.
     
    “Please? Just a few minutes?” I pleaded. The officer sighed and looked at his watch.
     
    “No, ma’am, you shouldn’t even be here. I’m going on break in five minutes, so make this snappy.” I gave him a nasty look and turned back to Cash, who was staring