“ Liang shui ?”

Hank looked up. “What?” He was curled up on the bed, his mind going over and over what Zoe had said, how she’d just left him, walking out of his life without even a backward glance.

The deputy was standing outside the cell, holding up a can of water. “You thirsty?”

“Dying from it,” the pilot admitted.

“Okay. Step back.” He waited until Hank had pulled himself to his feet and stumbled to lean against the rear wall, before opening a small door in the bars. He slid the can through. “Here. If you need more, say.”

“Thanks.” Hank picked up the container and broke the seal, letting the cold liquid fill his mouth and soothe his throat.

“You want something to eat?” the deputy asked, not unsympathetically. “I can get Louanne over at the restaurant to make you something.”

Hank lowered the water, shaking his head. “No, I ... no, thanks.” He couldn’t even think about food, not with his stomach churning the way it was.

“Well, that changes, you let me know. The sheriff wants me to stay with you, so if you need anything, just say.”

“How about to get out of here?”

“Now, I don’t think that’s likely, do you?”

Hank shrugged. “Thought I’d try.” He sat down on the bed again. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Since we’re going to be spending some time together.”

“Warner.”

“Something Warner, or Warner something?”

“Just Warner.”

“Okay, Just Warner. I'm Hank.”

“I know.”

“Of course you do.” He took another drink, feeling it ease his belly a little. “So what happens now?”

“In a little while you go up before the judge, and he decides if there’s a case to answer. Then he sets a trial date.”

Hank licked his lips. “How ... how long until –“

“Not normally more’n a coupla days. Just long enough to convene a jury and make sure they’re gonna come to a safe verdict.”

“I didn’t do this.”

“Then all you gotta do is prove it.”

Hank sat back, trying to remember the events of the previous night, but he kept coming up blank. “And if I can’t?”

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