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“So no one believes me?” I said, dumbfounded, gaping at him.
It’d taken me all the courage I had to come in here and confess this to them, and now…now it was my word against stupid Melody What’s-her-face’s?
Fuck that shit!
An incredulous anger rose in my chest. I turned my opened-mouth stare from the detective to the lawyer before Mr. Stempy lifted his hands peaceably.
“Now, that’s not entirely the case, Miss Prescott. It’s not that we don’t believe you. It’s just…there are conflicting accounts of what happened, so it’ll be harder to determine who’s telling the truth.”
“I am!” I boomed, pressing my finger into my chest before pointing at both of them and demanding, “I didn’t have to come here. I didn’t have to tell you people anything. Do you know how hard it was for me to walk into this police station today and tell you what I saw? It would’ve been so much easier just to keep my mouth shut.”
“Now, just calm down, Miss Prescott.” The cop waved me quiet as if I were turning hysterical or something.
I frowned at them both and sniffed out my resentment before folding my arms tightly over my chest. “I don’t know why I bothered if no one was going to believe me. I don’t even know that stupid drunk boy. But I didn’t think he deserved to go to jail just because some conniving whore lied about him, so I put myself out there to help him out, except now you’re telling me I didn’t help shit? What the fuck?”
“You are helping him,” Beckett’s lawyer insisted, keeping his voice all monotone and placating, trying to calm me down. It only made me scowl at him harder. He winced. “It’s just… We have to work with facts, things that can’t be disputed, and words can always be disputed. So while your words do help some, it’d just be more helpful if there was some evidence, like a video or…or…”
My mind clicked, suddenly remembering. “A picture?” I asked, already reaching for my cell phone in my back pocket. “Would a picture help?”
I couldn’t believe I’d totally forgotten about taking that picture.
Both men surged forward as I logged into my phone and tapped my photo app.
“You took a picture?” Detective Rice asked incredulously.
“Yeah, well…” My face flushed hot. Okay, this was awkward, until Mr. Stempy actually gave a little hop of excitement.
“If you have a picture, a good, clear picture with her on t
op of him, this could do it, this might really get him free.”
Awkward moment gone, because the lawyer’s enthusiasm wiped it away, I bit my lip, hoping to God I’d gotten a good, clear shot.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I never looked at the results.”
My photos appeared; I chose the newest one because I hadn’t taken a picture of anything since then.
And…
“Oh, shit,” I blurted when noise and blurry movement immediately blared from the screen of the phone. “I must’ve changed the setting to video by accident.”
Oh, my God. This was so freaking embarrassing. I’d taken a video of two people having sex.
When I instinctively tried to turn it away and hide the evidence, both men reached out to stop me. “No, wait! This is even better. Start it over again.”
I blinked as Mr. Stempy reached over and pushed play one more time. Was he freaking serious? They actually expected me to stand between them while we all merrily watched a sex tape together?
Um, okay.
Melody’s horrific grunts filled the office, and I swear, even my teeth blushed.
This. Was. Awkward.
“There.” Detective Rice moved in even closer to me, hovering over my shoulder on one side as he pointed at the screen while Mr. Stempy shifted in from the other, sandwiching me between them.
Really, really awkward.
“It focuses for a second. You can barely see Hillard’s face through the crack in the door, but you can’t tell who’s on top of him.”
