"That's right justice may be slow, but it is sure and the long arm of the law will catch you eventually. You can't run."
"Can I at least call my husband?" she appealed.
"Sure," he said as he summoned the squad car and she heard him call for a wrecker.
Her fingers trembled as she dialled the number.
She listened and squinted in the early morning sun as the sweat dripped over her forehead and burned her eyes.
"Nickolas answer the phone please," she begged.
"What!"
"Thank God you answered."
"Nickolas I'm being arrested, and I have no one else to call."
"Where is your Michael?"
"I don't know Nickolas; can you make a call please? Even if it is not for me. Think about the children Nickolas."
"Exactly, that is what I am doing Karma, enjoy your cell."
"You are a son of a bitch Nickolas."
