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I still can’t get over what she pulled in court. What the hell was she thinking? It’s my damn job to protect her, not hers to protect me. My hands tingle at the thought of spanking her tight ass for what she did. Fuck, now I’m hard. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to picture her naked in this place.Idiot.
“Are you listening to me, Mr. Prescott,” Mrs. Thompson asks as she sits across from me, glaring with the same contempt I felt the last time.
I look up. “Don’t listen to anything she said today. I did it. Just me.” A detective stands in the corner observing quietly, while the camera records.
“Stop talking,” my attorney advises, but he shuts up as soon as I look at him, my eyes raging.
“See, that’snothow this works, Mr. Prescott. I already interviewed your girlfriend and her version of events sounds plausible. She offered to take a polygraph test, by the way.”
“No! You can’t let her do that. They’re not even reliable.”Fuck!
“I don’t work for you so you don’t get to tell me what to do. And you can protest all you want, but taking the lie detector test is her decision.” I tap my feet against the floor, my mouth going dry. How do I stop this?
“So, unless you have something new to tell me,” she continues, “we’re done here.” She contemplates me with boredom then rises to her feet and walks out. The detective turns off the camera and follows her, leaving me alone with my lawyer, who looks ready to read me the riot act.
“Look Damian, I’m your attorney and I’m here to help you. If you expect me to defend you properly, you must tell me everything.” I glance at the table and close my eyes. I don’t know what the fuck to do. “Listen to me, if she’s the one who did it, she won’t go to prison.”
I scowl. “I don’t care. I'm not putting her through this shit. She deserves better.”
“Well not everything is up to you. She has a right to tell the truth and if that truth saves you both then maybe it’s worth it.” Doesn't he understand how much she’s suffered already? How guilty I felt seeing her in that hospital bed, broken, beaten, all the while knowing I let it happen? So I chose to save her when I failed to before. And even knowing everything I do now, I’d do it again. Every single time.
“They won’t arrest her. The only thing they can get you both on is obstruction of justice. But even if the district attorney presses charges against her, there’s almost no chance the grand jury would even indict, so I wouldn’t let that stop you from setting the record straight.”
Hell no. Almost isn’t good enough. “No fucking way. I’m not taking the chance that they won’t press charges against her.”
“How long have you been an attorney? Come on, Damian. No grand jury would indict a victim in such a case. If they indict you and you’re later found guilty, it’s no more than a year in prison.” I clench my fists. I can do a year.
“Do you want a life with this woman? Or do you want her to move on with someone else while you waste away for something you didn’t do?”
He just poured the gasoline and lit the match. She’s not moving on withanyone. Not a chance in hell.Fuck!But that’s not fair is it? How could I deprive her of a life?
“You have a strong woman who clearly loves you. Listen to her.” Damn it, he’s right. Lilah won’t let this go. I know it just as much as he does.
Chapter 30
Lilah
Spending my morning at the police station ready to take a lie detector test isn’t exactly what I had envisioned for my Saturday, but here I am, sitting beside Lexi and my attorney, Lori Silverman. The guys found her and she’s supposed to be a shark by all accounts. Sipping on her coffee, she reads through my file as we wait, her short, auburn hair framing the sharp angles of her face.
She closes the file and turns to me. “They will ask you everything we discussed last night and like I told you they may try to trip you up on purpose, so don’t get nervous.”
She crosses her legs while I bounce mine. “I won’t. I have the truth on my side.”
“Well, sometimes the truth doesn’t matter.” Maybe she's right, but I refuse to give up and think that way. We need a win for once.
Lexi leans against my shoulder. “You got this.”
I tilt my head against hers. “Thanks.” We sit that way in silence until a detective calls my name. I look back at Lexi, lifting my hand in a small, nervous wave. I follow him into an interview room, the same kind I was in yesterday when I spoke with Mrs. Thompson.
A man sits on one side of a desk, his face intense. I swallow the lump in my throat as he motions for me to sit. My eyes follow the black wires sticking out of a laptop he just finished typing on. After I take my seat, he stands, wrapping a blood pressure cuff tightly around my bicep, then some sort of strap is attached around my chest. A soft panic settles over my shoulders as small, black monitors are slipped onto two fingers. This is it.Just tell the truth. You’ll be fine.
He starts with basic questions about me, then proceeds with questions about that day. I don’t know why I’m so uneasy. I have nothing to hide. But the way he looks at the computer screen, the way the detective just stands there staring as though waiting for the test to show I’m lying, unnerves me.
“Did you kill Ash Davis?”
“I—”
“Yes or no answers only. Did you kill Ash Davis?”
