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Richard came to stand at the bars, hands wrapping around them. "What are you doing here, Anita?" His voice wasn't as angry as I feared it would be. He sounded almost ordinary, and some tightness in the center of my body relaxed.
Belisarius stepped away from us. He sat at the table outside the cell and began spreading papers out of his briefcase. He tried to look very busy and give us as much privacy as he could. It was a nice gesture.
"I heard you were in trouble."
"So you came to rescue me?" he made it a question. His solid brown eyes stared at me, searching my face. His hair had fallen into his eyes. He smoothed it back from his face in an achingly familiar gesture.
"I came to help."
"I don't need your help. I didn't do it."
Belisarius interrupted. "You've been charged with rape, Mr. Zeeman."
I turned and looked at Belisarius. "I thought it was attempted rape."
"I've been reading the file while I was waiting. Once I had Mr. Zeeman's permission to act as his lawyer, I got access to the records. The rape kit was negative for se**n, but there was evidence of penetration. Penetration is enough to constitute rape."
"I never had intercourse with her," Richard said. "It never got that far."
"But you did date her," I said.
He looked at me. "Yes, I did." There was a little anger in his voice now.
I let it go. I'd probably be grumpy, too, if I were in jail on trumped-up charges. Hell, I'd be grumpy even if I had done it.
"The problem, Mr. Zeeman, is that without se**n samples, you can't really prove conclusively that you didn't violate Ms. Schaffer. If this is a frame, it's a good one. You dated the woman more than once. She went out with you and came home beaten up." He paged through one of the files. "There was vaginal bruising, some tearing. If she wasn't raped, it was still very rough."
"Becky said she liked it rough," Richard said quietly.
"When did how rough she liked sex come up in conversation?" I asked.
He met my eyes, no flinching, ready to be angry if I was angry. "When she was trying to get me to go to bed with her."
"What exactly did she say?" Belisarius asked.
Richard shook his head. "I don't remember exactly, but I told her I was afraid I'd hurt her. She said if I liked it rough, she was my girl."
I walked away from him to stand looking at the closed door. I didn't want to be here for this. I turned around, and he was already staring at me, already meeting my gaze. "Is this why you wanted to see both of us at once? So I'd hear all the details?"
He gave a harsh sound, almost laughter, but bitter. A strange look passed over his face. Once I could have read his every thought on his face, in his eyes. Now I didn't know him. Sometimes I thought I'd never known him, that we'd both been fooling ourselves. "If you want details, I can give you details. Not about Betty, but there's Lucy and Carrie and Mira. Especially Lucy and Mira. I can give you details on them."
"I heard you'd been a busy boy," I said. My voice was softer than I wanted it to be, but normal. I wasn't going to cry.
"Who told you to come down here, Anita? Who disobeyed me?" That first prickling roil of energy crept through the room. Sometimes you could forget what Richard really was. He was better at hiding it than any lycanthrope I knew. I glanced at Belisarius. He seemed oblivious. Good, he wasn't sensitive to it. But I was. The power crept over my skin like a warm wind.
"No one disobeyed you, Richard."
"Someone told you." His hands flexed on the bars, rubbing over and over. I knew he could have ripped them out of the floor. He could have knocked a hole through the back wall if he wanted to. The fact that he was still in this cage was only because he didn't want out badly enough to blow his cover. A mild-mannered junior high science teacher could not bend steel bars.
I leaned close to the bars, lowering my voice. His otherworldly energy breathed along my skin. "Do you really want to discuss this now, in front of a stranger?"
Richard leaned in so close his forehead pressed against the bars. "He's my lawyer. Doesn't he need to know?"
I leaned in so close I could have touched him through the bars. I wanted to touch him. He didn't seem quite real this way. "You really are a babe in the woods on this one, aren't you?"
"I've never been arrested before," he said.
"No, that was always my job."
He almost smiled. Some of that energy leaked away. His beast sliding away inside that perfect camouflage.
I touched the cool, metal bars, sliding my hands just below his. "I bet you thought you might be visiting me like this someday, but not the other way around."
He gave a small smile. "Yeah, and I'd bake you a cake with a file in it."
I smiled. "You don't need a file, Richard." I slid my hands over his. He squeezed my fingers gently. "You need a good lawyer, and I brought you one."
He stepped away from the bars. "Why do I need a lawyer when I'm innocent?"
Belisarius answered, "You've been charged with rape. The judge has refused you bail. Son, if we can't break her story, you're looking at two to five years, if we're lucky. The pictures are in the file. She was beat up pretty bad. She's a pretty little blond thing. She'll come into court dressed like everyone's favorite second grade teacher. The one you had a crush on that smelled like Ivory soap." He stood up and started walking towards us as he talked. "We'll cut your hair -- "
"Cut his hair?" I exclaimed.
Belasarius frowned at me. "Cut your hair, dress you up nice. It helps that you're handsome and white, but you're still a big, strong-looking man." He shook his head. "It's not you we have to prove innocent, Mr. Zeeman. It's Ms. Schaffer we have to prove guilty."
Richard frowned. "What do you mean?"
"We have to make her look like the whore of Babylon. But first, I'll file a motion that no bail is excessive for a first offense. Hell, you don't even have a traffic ticket. I'll get you bail."
"How long will it take?" I asked.
Belisarius looked at me a little too hard. "Is there a time limit I'm not aware of?"
Richard and I looked at each other as if on cue. Then he said, "Yes," and I said, "No."
"Well, which is it, boys and girls, yes or no? Is there something I need to know here?"
Richard looked at me, then said, "No, I guess not."
Belisarius didn't like it, but he let it go. "Okay, kiddies. I'll take your word for it, but if this piece of information that I don't need to know comes up and bites me on the ass, I will not be amused."
"It won't," I said.
He shook his head. "If it does, I will leave Mr. Zeeman high and dry. You will be finding yourself a new lawyer faster than you can say penitentiary."
"I didn't do anything wrong," Richard said. "How can this be happening?"
"Why would she cry rape on you?" I asked.
"Somebody did it," Belisarius said. "If not you, then who?"
Richard shook his head. "Betty dates a lot. I know of at least three other men, myself."
"We'll need their names."
"Why?" he asked.
"Son, if you are going to argue with me every step of the way, this won't work."
"I just don't want to drag anyone else into this."
"Richard," I said, "you are in trouble here. Let Carl do his job, please."
Richard looked at me. "You dropped everything to ride to my rescue, huh?"
I smiled. "Pretty much."
He shook his head. "How'd Jean-Claude feel about that?"
I looked away, not meeting his eyes. "He wasn't thrilled, but he wants you out of jail."
"I'll just bet he does."
"Look, kiddies, we don't have a lot of time here. If you two can't curb the personal stuff, maybe Anita here should leave."
I nodded. "I agree. You're going to have to tell him details about Ms. Schaffer that I don't want to hear. And you need to be able to talk freely about her."
"Are you jealous?" Richard asked.
I took in a deep breath and let it out. I would have liked to have said no, but he could smell a lie. I'd been doing okay until he'd made that crack about Betty being his girl for the rough stuff. That had bugged me. "I have no right to be jealous of you, Richard."
