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was there in the salon to overhear our conversation. So why would he pick me to frame?"
Nick seemed to be considering her words as Bekki rolled over the evidence in her mind.
"Nick, you said that Daisy was killed only a short time after Daisy and I fought. When I left, Teddy was trying to calm Daisy down. So how did Teddy leave, and Pete show up within such a short span of time? Wouldn't they have had to cross paths at least to make the timeline work?"
Nick stroked his fingertips along his strong jaw line. He had been so focused on trying to prove that Bekki was not the killer he had overlooked truly paying attention to who the killer might be.
"Pete said, it was you or me Bekki," she said with a frown. "I'm not sure what that means just yet, but I know it means something."
"Are you sure you're not a detective?" Nick asked Bekki with a furrowed brow.
"Certainly not, but I can tell you this much Nick, I think you've just arrested the wrong guy."
***
Bekki paced around her living room. She couldn't sit still. She was relieved that Pete had been arrested, temporarily taking the pressure off her as a suspect, but at the same time she was puzzled. She was nearly certain that Pete had not been responsible for Daisy's death after all. However, that left her with an even more troubling question. If not Pete, then who?
“It was you or me,” she repeated out loud as she continued to walk the same path along the carpet. Her mind was spinning with so many mixed emotions and thoughts that it was hard for her to clarify anything. With a heavy sigh she stepped out onto the porch. She sat down on the porch swing and stared up at the stars, hoping they would offer some kind of sign or road map as to what direction her thoughts should take. Instead they merely glistened against the passing clouds. As always the stars reminded her of Nick. It was right at the end of junior year that she had grown brave enough to approach him. When she did, she was sure that he would laugh in her face, or ignore her, but when she confessed her crush, he smiled in return. That easy smile, so languidly spreading across his lips had been the high point of her youth.
They spent the entire summer finding ways to be together. Each moment she spent with him felt so magical, so special, as if they had been the only ones in the universe to find true love. Of course she knew better now. She knew it had just been a combination of youth and hormones that made the affection they shared so intense. When summer came to an end Bekki expected their relationship to continue, but instead Nick disappeared. He was gone for two months. By the time he returned, Bekki had assumed that their relationship had just been a summer fling, and moved on with a new boyfriend. Nick never did explain to her where he had been, or why he had gone so suddenly. They spent the rest of high school ignoring and avoiding each other and then Bekki moved away.
No matter how much changed in her life, Bekki had to admit that she always fell back on those fond memories of Nick and that special summer to get her through difficult moments. They became like a fantasy to her, a place to retreat to the sweet dreams of youth, before the reality of life kicked in. Trevor had seemed so real to her, and yet in the end, he had turned out to be as fake as they come. Suddenly Bekki sat forward on the porch swing.
“That's it!” she gasped out into the night air. “It was him or me! Now I understand!”
It was late, and Bekki knew that if she called Nick with another wild idea after all of the things she had pulled lately, he would likely not believe her. She had no way to prove her theory at the moment. All she had was one very risky hunch, and a big part of her hoped that it was wrong. As she turned in for the night she hoped she had solved the mystery, and hoped that she would be able to clear her name.
First thing in the morning, Bekki was waiting beside Nick's desk. When he walked into the police
Nick seemed to be considering her words as Bekki rolled over the evidence in her mind.
"Nick, you said that Daisy was killed only a short time after Daisy and I fought. When I left, Teddy was trying to calm Daisy down. So how did Teddy leave, and Pete show up within such a short span of time? Wouldn't they have had to cross paths at least to make the timeline work?"
Nick stroked his fingertips along his strong jaw line. He had been so focused on trying to prove that Bekki was not the killer he had overlooked truly paying attention to who the killer might be.
"Pete said, it was you or me Bekki," she said with a frown. "I'm not sure what that means just yet, but I know it means something."
"Are you sure you're not a detective?" Nick asked Bekki with a furrowed brow.
"Certainly not, but I can tell you this much Nick, I think you've just arrested the wrong guy."
***
Bekki paced around her living room. She couldn't sit still. She was relieved that Pete had been arrested, temporarily taking the pressure off her as a suspect, but at the same time she was puzzled. She was nearly certain that Pete had not been responsible for Daisy's death after all. However, that left her with an even more troubling question. If not Pete, then who?
“It was you or me,” she repeated out loud as she continued to walk the same path along the carpet. Her mind was spinning with so many mixed emotions and thoughts that it was hard for her to clarify anything. With a heavy sigh she stepped out onto the porch. She sat down on the porch swing and stared up at the stars, hoping they would offer some kind of sign or road map as to what direction her thoughts should take. Instead they merely glistened against the passing clouds. As always the stars reminded her of Nick. It was right at the end of junior year that she had grown brave enough to approach him. When she did, she was sure that he would laugh in her face, or ignore her, but when she confessed her crush, he smiled in return. That easy smile, so languidly spreading across his lips had been the high point of her youth.
They spent the entire summer finding ways to be together. Each moment she spent with him felt so magical, so special, as if they had been the only ones in the universe to find true love. Of course she knew better now. She knew it had just been a combination of youth and hormones that made the affection they shared so intense. When summer came to an end Bekki expected their relationship to continue, but instead Nick disappeared. He was gone for two months. By the time he returned, Bekki had assumed that their relationship had just been a summer fling, and moved on with a new boyfriend. Nick never did explain to her where he had been, or why he had gone so suddenly. They spent the rest of high school ignoring and avoiding each other and then Bekki moved away.
No matter how much changed in her life, Bekki had to admit that she always fell back on those fond memories of Nick and that special summer to get her through difficult moments. They became like a fantasy to her, a place to retreat to the sweet dreams of youth, before the reality of life kicked in. Trevor had seemed so real to her, and yet in the end, he had turned out to be as fake as they come. Suddenly Bekki sat forward on the porch swing.
“That's it!” she gasped out into the night air. “It was him or me! Now I understand!”
It was late, and Bekki knew that if she called Nick with another wild idea after all of the things she had pulled lately, he would likely not believe her. She had no way to prove her theory at the moment. All she had was one very risky hunch, and a big part of her hoped that it was wrong. As she turned in for the night she hoped she had solved the mystery, and hoped that she would be able to clear her name.
First thing in the morning, Bekki was waiting beside Nick's desk. When he walked into the police
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