Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 105

Wendy

POV

'What do you mean, I have to stay here. For how long? Why can't I get out on bail?' I was fuming. My lawyer was shuffling papers around and looking rather nervous. He is not used to me losing my temper like this. It is rare for him to be on the receiving end of my anger. 'Wendy, Calm down. I have been to our Judge, but he cannot do anything. He cannot overrule the other judge's orders without good cause. You are going to have to stay in jail until the hearing, which is next week. It is the earliest I could get! He tried to placate me, but I was beyond angry. 'That is not good enough. Is there anything you'd be able to do?'

'No, sit tight. A week will fly by, and you will be out in no time.' He said as he packed up his briefcase and left; it was easy for him to say, he is not in here, listening to rude women who think they are better than you or more challenging than you, and poor Cynthia was in a fight last night. The other woman accused her of stealing her dinner, punching her on the nose, and splitting her lips. She sobbed for ages on my shoulder before we were locked away, and I could only listen to her soft sobs from my cell. The cell is tiny. I felt claustrophobic last night, and listening to the inmates all calling out rude things and stirring things up, I hardly slept at all. Cynthia's face this morning was all blotchy from her crying. Her nose was red and swollen, her lip looked ghastly, and a bruise marred her face. The guards here just shrugged their shoulders when Cynthia sobbed her story to them.

I am curious to know how long she will last here. I do not know how long I will cope, to be honest. This is a terrible place to be. I can't wait for the court case. So I can go home. That is Cynthia's home. I have yet to buy a new one. I could not stay in the family home, and it was good when Bob said to sell it, and Bob went halves with the sale money. I know he could have kept the whole amount, but he is a softy and could not leave me destitute, and he thought he was giving me something to start a new life with. Not that I am broke; I am far from that, but he does not know that.

I had to shower in a communal place, with no doors and walls separating me from each other. It was gross, and the toilets. When you sit down, your head and shoulders can be seen over the top, and anyone walking by can see you sitting there. There is absolutely no privacy at all, and the smell is bad. When one has had a dump, you all get to smell it. I was shocked by it all. I never realized that was what inside a jail was like. The shelves hold the change of clothes, and you have to wear them, whether they fit well or not, and who knows who wore those panties and bra before me? I need my underwear. My comfortable Victoria's Secret: I cannot stay a whole week like this, but my lawyer said that they do not cater to individuality and that I should accept the situation for now. Cynthia POV

My lip hurts, and I can hardly breathe through my nose. It is all swollen and sore. They teased me all night, calling me names and shouting they would get me tomorrow. I was scared, but the guards did not care and, more or less, left me to fend for myself. The food was cold and had little to no flavor. I need to replace out what it was. It was supposed to be fish and chips, but what fish? There was no salad, and the chips were those big, chunky undercooked things. The coffee was almost water and came from a huge urn that had seen better days. Does the chef need to learn how to cater to large groups?

Please don't get me started with the bedroom or the bathroom. Mum complained about it for ages about how the hygiene of this place was lacking. The clothing you wear is beyond unfashionable; you have yet to learn who wore it last, and though it is clean, it is still scratchy on the skin. I have chaffing on my boobs, and I have no idea how I am going to last a whole week. I cried when Mum said that the lawyer could not get us out.

I am going to kill my sister when I get out of here.

How dare she put us through this humiliation?

Congressman Sanderson POV

I am replaceing it hard to believe that my lawyer could not get me out of here. Jail is the last place I had ever dreamed I would end up. Even for a week, it was a week too long; what is it doing to my political campaign? We have voting coming up, and I need to be out there talking to the people. What are people saying about me being here? This is going to ruin my

career.

I knew I should not have gone along with Wendy and Cynthia to hurt that girl and then been talked into going to that tunnel. It was a big mistake. I had no idea that they had cameras in the tunnel. 'Stuart, are you sure you cannot convince the judge I am not a flight risk? My career will be over because of this,' I complained to my lawyer, who was shaking his head. NO.

'We do not have any judges on our side in this city. I am sorry, but you must stay here until the trial. He was apologetic, but that did not help me.

'They were threatening me last night, said when I become a permanent member of this establishment, a few guys are interested in hearing me squeal. They were talking about taking me from behind. I cannot be here. I am not sure if I could cope with that. They said that fresh meat was good, as they are bored with what they are getting at the moment, and a nice virgin is just what they need.' I almost shed a tear as I was telling Stuart of the threats they had made.

'If you have to spend time in jail over this, then I can see if we can get you sent to minimum security and away from these murders, you may have a better chance of saving your butt. I felt that Stuart was enjoying this, and I was not happy at all. 'Do you happen to know what we had for dinner last night? Neither do I. It was not recognizable as any dish I had ever eaten before, some goulash, if I had to guess, with mashed potatoes that were gray and mushy peas. You know how I hate peas.' I complained. I knew that Stuart could do nothing about the conditions in here, but I felt a bit better complaining to him when I got out of there. I am going to see the member who looks after this side of things and see if anything can be done to improve the quality. Would they even care? Judge Henderson POV

'I know of the arrests, but there is little I can do about them being kept in jail. It is out of my hands. Besides, between you and me, those two women need to be in jail. What they did to that girl was terrible. I pity Bennett; he went along with the woman; he had been putty in that woman's hands since her college days. I am not going to stick my neck out for them over this. That bashing her after that car accident, knowing she was already in bad shape, was beyond cruel and sick. I heard that Cynthia actually hit her a few times in the tunnels.' I sighed as I talked to Stuart about those incarcerated.

'I hear you, but I have a job to do, and if I did not come and see you and ask, then I would have my arse in a sling over this. Better I have tried and failed than not tried at all. I would not put it past those two women to put me out of commission for a while out of spite for not getting what they wanted. I have no idea how it all came down to this. We had a good little operation going on until Wendy brought Cynthia in on it, and those two became greedy and out of control.

'Agreed, those two, if we are not careful, will drag us down, and I wonder whether I am prepared to fall down that rabbit hole with them.' I was not going to go to jail because of those two.

'When we lost the police commissioner, our protection went, and those police we have on our books all stood down. This new police head is brutal; he will not accept a bribe, and it is his daughter who was in the accident, so we have no chance to even try! 'Yeah, pity that those two women could not leave her alone, and we could have continued a little longer.

'We will just have to wait and see what develops, and I hope those two are put away and that our life will be a lot easier.'

'I agree with that; it's our worst headache, at least with them out of the way. I can sleep better at night. She shows up at my home all day and night, and my wife hates it. I grumble as I remember the last time she came over, we had just gone to bed, and her reason for being there could have waited till morning. My wife complained for weeks.

'Can they link anything to us here?'

'No, we are safe. We have covered our tracks well enough, and I have burned all the paperwork I had stored at our house. I hope you have done the same.

'Yes, I have. Time to go. Thank you for letting me vent.' I walked Stuart out and closed the door. My wife came out of the back and glared at me. She knew of our past and was not happy at all, and she was worried we were going to get caught. I don't blame her. It had been a rocky few years since Cynthia rocked the boat. That woman is going to spoil all we worked hard for.