Page 67 of Blade

“Is it ok if I record this?”

The son of a bitch looked up directly at our camera.

I guess he also knew it was there.

“Sure.” Becca twisted her hands together.

Sitting up straighter, I wondered why she was so nervous?

“Please state your full name.”

“Rebecca Lynn Washington.”

“Miss Washington, you had dinner with Grant Nicholson last evening, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Did Mr. Nicholson seem agitated or angry during dinner?”

“Not until the end.”

“Do you know what caused him to act this way?”

He had better not be blaming her for this bullshit.

King narrowed his eyes at me as though he heard my thoughts.

I held my hands in surrender, letting him know I understood him.

“Well, everything was going ok at first. We were talking about high school and sharing what we had been up to between when I left town and came back.”

“Why did you leave town?”

“I went to college.” The sheriff nodded his head, asking her to continue.

“I got distracted while we were talking and zoned out. I guess he didn’t like that. He ended the evening there, and when we got outside, he got pretty angry.”

“It’s ok, take your time.”

“He tried to kiss me. I told him I wasn’t interested in him that way and then he got even angrier. He, um, he punched me, and I fell. Then he just got in his car and left me there. I called Jack, and that was when Blade came and picked me up and drove me home.”

The rest of the video comprised a few more technical questions, and then they both stood and left the room. Before he stepped out, Dec looked up at the camera again and shook his head. He knew she lied. Everyone turned to look at me.

“She’s fucking lying. Why is she lying?” I grumbled.

“Blade, this next video shows what actually happened. Brace yourself, man. This one doesn’t have sound,” Nav warned me as he hit play.

Becca followed Grant outside to his car. He walked to her side of the car to open her door. Only when they got to the door, he just stood there. We couldn’t see him talking, and with no sound, we didn’t know what he was saying.

He took a step toward her, and she stepped back, bumping against the car. He shouted something at her. Grant was pacing now. Growing more agitated with every step.

Turning back toward Becca, he got in her face. He grabbed her face with his hands and kissed her. Becca tried to pull away, but he was relentless. Then his hands were no longer on her face. One hand wrapped around her back and the other squeezed her breast.

Everything escalated quickly after that as his hand went to her thigh. He grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it up.

“FUCK!” I screamed, slamming my fists on the table in front of me.

His mouth was on her throat as she tried to push at his chest.

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