She’ll be out of there in no time. When you’ve got a Friends of Lindsay card, it’s like a lawyer in your pocket.
“Ohmygod, you know Lindsay? Jimmy get these cuffs off, she knows Lindsay. Right this way to the Champagne Room, Ms. Ronson. Now would you prefer your evidence shredded or burnt?”
(Anyone tries to say that’s not how California law enforcement works, I’ll fight them to the death.)