She never begged. That was what struck the hardened inspector. They always pleaded, prayed, beseeched him for mercy as though he was God the Father towering above them. But this one – this one came quietly, allowed him to lock the cuffs without a struggle, and allowed herself to be silently led away. Perhaps, he thought, her pride forced her to hold her tongue. Then again, she could be frightened beyond belief. All he knew was that this girl refused to speak, and the only hint of emotion beneath her expressionless façade was a slight tremor in her hands as he held firmly onto her bound wrists – whether from anger or from fear, he could not say. And as he led the girl away from the rapidly dispersing crowd, he muttered softly that she would be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
And the girl knew there would be hell to pay when her father, instead of taking her to the police station, led her to their home.
