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everything up. If it's left up to you, your friend is going to end up facing life in prison, is that what you want?"
Bekki winced at her words. "No," she said back firmly. "And that's what I'm not going to let happen," she returned her eyes to Nick's, ignoring the fury and the hurt that she saw within them. "And if you can't understand that Nick, then I'm not the only one that mistakenly believed they knew everything about another person."
She held out her hands, wrists upward to both of them. "Want to throw me in jail?" she asked as she glared directly at Nick. "Fine, I'll call my lawyer."
Nick's eyes narrowed so swiftly that Bekki thought he might start shouting right there in front of Detective Williams, and in the middle of the Windward mansion driveway, but as always, he managed to control himself. However, the vein on the top of his forehead was bulging.
"You haven't given me any choice Bekki," he said flatly as he reached for her wrist and pulled his handcuffs loose from his belt. Bekki started to pull her hand back, the idea of actually being cuffed frightened her. Detective Williams stepped in, and pushed Nick aside.
"I'll handle this," she said sternly. Nick held Bekki's gaze as Detective Williams cuffed Bekki's hands together.
"You're just going to let this happen?" Bekki asked him incredulously. She kept expecting him to say something to stop the process, to come to his senses and forgive her for her actions, but he didn't say a word. In fact those plump lips that she had envisioned kissing just an hour before, were drawn so tight that she wasn't sure he would ever speak to her again.
Chapter Six
Even though Nick had been instructed to take Bekki straight to a holding cell, he didn't. He steered her down the long hallway that led to the interrogation rooms. Bekki's heart was racing, and she was blinking back tears. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him. She was so angry, so hurt, and at the same time she understood why he was upset. It was the very reason she held back from him. They had different views when it came to life. His were so black and white, from being a police officer, or perhaps from his father being so strict as he grew up. Hers were a circular never ending pattern of hero versus injustice, of the risks justifying the truth being revealed. Maybe that was something he would never be able to understand. Maybe it was better that she figured that out now instead of later. Nick reached past her and opened the door to the interrogation room. Despite how angry she was, when his arm brushed against hers she felt that familiar sense of security, the same soothing experience that she had felt the night before. She tried to ignore it, as she didn't want it to assuage any of her fury.
"Go in," he told her from just behind her. He could have pulled her in, or pushed her in, but he let her walk in on her own. When she went to sit down at the table, he grabbed her gently by her forearm.
"What?" she asked sharply and looked up at him with some fear in her eyes.
"Shh," he instructed as he pulled out a handcuff key. He released the handcuffs and laid them on the table. Then he ran his thumb over both of her wrists, to ensure they weren't injured by the metal.
"Nick?" she asked, feeling more confused than ever.
"Sit down," he commanded, and waited until she did as she was told. Once Bekki was sitting in her chair, he sat down across from her.
"Do you have any idea what you put me through this morning?" he asked her as he stared across the table at her.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of Detective Williams," Bekki said quietly, though her anger was still clear.
"Not that," Nick said dismissively, which stunned Bekki. "I woke up and you were gone. I called your phone and you didn't answer. Just after I had warned you of all the danger you could be in from the Windwards. What do you think I thought happened to you?" he demanded as he studied her.
"Oh, Nick," Bekki frowned as
Bekki winced at her words. "No," she said back firmly. "And that's what I'm not going to let happen," she returned her eyes to Nick's, ignoring the fury and the hurt that she saw within them. "And if you can't understand that Nick, then I'm not the only one that mistakenly believed they knew everything about another person."
She held out her hands, wrists upward to both of them. "Want to throw me in jail?" she asked as she glared directly at Nick. "Fine, I'll call my lawyer."
Nick's eyes narrowed so swiftly that Bekki thought he might start shouting right there in front of Detective Williams, and in the middle of the Windward mansion driveway, but as always, he managed to control himself. However, the vein on the top of his forehead was bulging.
"You haven't given me any choice Bekki," he said flatly as he reached for her wrist and pulled his handcuffs loose from his belt. Bekki started to pull her hand back, the idea of actually being cuffed frightened her. Detective Williams stepped in, and pushed Nick aside.
"I'll handle this," she said sternly. Nick held Bekki's gaze as Detective Williams cuffed Bekki's hands together.
"You're just going to let this happen?" Bekki asked him incredulously. She kept expecting him to say something to stop the process, to come to his senses and forgive her for her actions, but he didn't say a word. In fact those plump lips that she had envisioned kissing just an hour before, were drawn so tight that she wasn't sure he would ever speak to her again.
Chapter Six
Even though Nick had been instructed to take Bekki straight to a holding cell, he didn't. He steered her down the long hallway that led to the interrogation rooms. Bekki's heart was racing, and she was blinking back tears. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him. She was so angry, so hurt, and at the same time she understood why he was upset. It was the very reason she held back from him. They had different views when it came to life. His were so black and white, from being a police officer, or perhaps from his father being so strict as he grew up. Hers were a circular never ending pattern of hero versus injustice, of the risks justifying the truth being revealed. Maybe that was something he would never be able to understand. Maybe it was better that she figured that out now instead of later. Nick reached past her and opened the door to the interrogation room. Despite how angry she was, when his arm brushed against hers she felt that familiar sense of security, the same soothing experience that she had felt the night before. She tried to ignore it, as she didn't want it to assuage any of her fury.
"Go in," he told her from just behind her. He could have pulled her in, or pushed her in, but he let her walk in on her own. When she went to sit down at the table, he grabbed her gently by her forearm.
"What?" she asked sharply and looked up at him with some fear in her eyes.
"Shh," he instructed as he pulled out a handcuff key. He released the handcuffs and laid them on the table. Then he ran his thumb over both of her wrists, to ensure they weren't injured by the metal.
"Nick?" she asked, feeling more confused than ever.
"Sit down," he commanded, and waited until she did as she was told. Once Bekki was sitting in her chair, he sat down across from her.
"Do you have any idea what you put me through this morning?" he asked her as he stared across the table at her.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of Detective Williams," Bekki said quietly, though her anger was still clear.
"Not that," Nick said dismissively, which stunned Bekki. "I woke up and you were gone. I called your phone and you didn't answer. Just after I had warned you of all the danger you could be in from the Windwards. What do you think I thought happened to you?" he demanded as he studied her.
"Oh, Nick," Bekki frowned as
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