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second.”
    When the detective and officer in black laughed he knew he just said the wrong thing.
    “Need time to think up an excuse?” the officer in black said, his voice devoid of any sympathy.
    “That’s not what I meant,” John said. He was going to say more, but threw up on himself and the bed clothes.
    “Oh, shit!” the detective said. “Get a wagon here. I’m not transporting him to the station in my car like that!”
    Another officer walked in, carrying the laptop opened and on. “Got it,” he told the lead detective.
    He showed the detective the screen and tapped the touch pad a few times scrolling through something. The detective nodded and said something to him. The officer carrying the laptop looked at John and then the vomit in his lap. His disgusted look said it all and John wondered if it was his puke that disgusted him, or what they thought he’d done.
    They allowed him to stand under the shower, cuffed and still wearing the pants he had managed to put on. Once the communications officer informed them that no wagon was available, they decided John should be transported in the oldest car they had.
    While he stood under the warm water, wishing he could flow down the plug, the detective stood in the open door of the shower box.
    “John Hansen. You are under arrest for assault on Rachael Lewis.”
    John felt his whole world falling down around him. He had watched the news enough to know the police always arrested someone on a lower charge, a holding charge, so they could conduct a thorough investigation on the more serious charge and then proceed with that offense when they had sufficient evidence.
    “This is crazy,” John protested. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”
    “That’s what they all say,” the detective answered. “You can talk to your lawyer when we get to the station.”
    John knew resisting would only make matters worse. He would call his lawyer from the police station and hope it could all get settled. He was led to the doorway of the apartment by the lead detective and a uniformed officer. There were about ten officers, some in forensic suits, searching through his drawers, cupboards and personal files. He shook his head. How had it come to this?
    He was bundled into the elevator, still in handcuffs and wet from the shower. This was a nightmare. He knew it was a mistake, but the police were convinced he was responsible for Rachael’s death.
    As they got outside the building, John saw all the police vehicles: four cars and a van marked ‘Crime Scene Attendant.’ Several passersby stopped and were looking from a distance, staring when they walked him out the door, shirtless with his hands shackled behind his back.
    It was then John saw Jason and Janine on the other side of the road. She tried to pull Jason away, divert his eyes, but he resisted and stared at his father being led to a marked patrol car. He had forgotten Jason was being dropped off to spend the weekend with him.
    The look on Janine’s face told him he could have lost Jason forever. Here she was, dropping their son off to stay, and what do they see when they arrive? John also knew she would eventually learn the charges. It had suddenly, in one terrible moment, come crashing down. It would never be the same again.

Chapter Six
    Jason sat on his bed and cried. He didn’t understand what was going on with all the police cars and his father being led away. He had smiled and waved to him, but he didn’t wave back, then his mother grabbed at him and told him they were going home.
    When he whined and said he wanted to stay, she told him the weekend was off; his father wasn’t going to see him for a while. When he asked why, she didn’t answer. As soon as they got home she started calling people and sent Jason to his room. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she made several calls and was talking frantically.
    “Not a good day, kiddo.”
    He turned and saw Christo standing there. He was in his usual blue suit