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reputation right now Nick. If you keep covering for her, you could lose it, and even your job,” her tone was full of warning as she added. “I won't get involved again.”
    Nick nodded and drew his fingertips along his temples. He knew that she was putting her own job at risk by interfering.
    “I know, thanks,” he frowned and stood up from his desk.
    “I mean it Nick, you need to get a handle on this situation,” she insisted.
    “I know, I know,” he repeated, his heart pounding harder with each word he spoke. As he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door anyone watching would have been certain that he was a man on a mission.
    ***
    Waiting in the bakery for the police to arrive was tedious for Bekki. She knew that she would have no good explanation to offer. She had to come up with some reason why she was there. If she didn't she might find herself spending the night in jail. Dan was standing sullenly beside the counter, doing his best to ignore her. Bekki decided to try to reason with him. Maybe he would let her leave before the police arrived.
    “Listen, I didn't mean to upset you,” Bekki assured Dan. “I didn't think anyone would be here. I just wanted to help.”
    “Well, you didn't,” he shot back with a stormy expression. He had begun pacing back and forth as he waited for the police to arrive. His eyes kept traveling back to the chair that Bekki had placed back in the center of the room. “You think it helps to see that?” he gasped out and shook his head. As his shoulders began to shake Bekki realized that he was not as angry as he was sorrowful.
    “I'm sorry,” she said again and took a step towards him. She truly did regret causing all of his pain to be stirred up by the way she had set up the scene. For just an instant she wondered what might happen if she turned out to be wrong.
    “Don't,” he warned her. “Please. I just need all of this to be over with. The media is going to have a field day with it. I have her funeral to plan. I just can't take anything else,” he said with frustration. “I just want to get my wife and myself out of this little town,” he shot a disgusted glare through the front window of the bakery.
    Bekki stared hard at the floor as she realized she had caused him more pain than he was already in. Even if she did find out the truth, it would not necessarily make things better for him. Could he survive knowing that his wife had killed his own mother? What if she didn't find the proof she needed? Could she just let Dan walk away, knowing that he was married to a murderer? Bekki fell silent as she resigned herself to waiting for the police to arrive. She could only hope that she would not end up in handcuffs.
    ***
    When Nick stepped into the bakery Bekki sighed with relief. But when he turned his professional glare on to her, she cringed and realized he might not be able to protect her this time.
    “What seems to be the problem?” he asked Dan, his words careful.
    “This woman broke in here,” Dan said sternly and pointed an accusing finger at Bekki.
    “Nick I…” Bekki started to speak.
    Nick snapped his gaze toward her before she could continue. “Not a word,” he warned and then pointed at the wall. “You, against the wall.”
    Bekki's lips parted to protest but Nick's intense gaze made it clear that she needed to do as he instructed.
    “What's going on here?” Dan demanded as he looked between the two. “Do you know her?”
    Bekki bit into her bottom lip to keep from offering yet another explanation, or more likely another lie. She reluctantly rested her shoulders against the wall, and watched as Nick turned back to Dan.
    “I'm sorry if there's been some confusion here tonight,” he began carefully. “Bekki, as you may be aware runs the local salon.”
    “And?” Dan asked with annoyance. “What does that have to do with her breaking in here?”
    “She knew your mother quite well,” Nick explained patiently, as if he was trying to reason with