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“ENOUGH!”Everyone stops.“Let us do our jobs or I’ll haul every one of you in.”
“You are not laying a finger on Mrs.Thorne,” Ryan dares and steps in between me and the officer.For the first time in my life I’m thankful to have Ryan.He looks menacing at six-four, towering over the others.The second officer, on the right side of the Detective, catches him off guard and subdues him against the wall.“You’re making a big mistake.Mr.Thorne will make sure to have you shoveling shit at a circus when this is all over!”he yells and tries to break free from the hold, but is tasered into submission.
I feel the cold metal against my wrist and it burns as they clink them into place.
This is not happening.This is not happening.
Slowly, I’m escorted out of the ICU and down to the front of the hospital, where the paparazzi have been camped out since news broke of Levi’s car bomb.The flashing from their cameras start going off and blinding me, even as the officer tries to shield me from their cameras.I still haven’t been able to form a single word and just follow as the officers lead me to the police cruiser.He opens the back door and places a hand on the top of my head to help me into the car.The questions that are being asked are just as ridiculous as me being arrested.We pull away from the curb and head out into the street.
I’m not exactly sure how long the drive was to get us to the police station, because I’m pretty sure I blacked out after everything that has happened within the last twenty-four hours.Once we’ve entered the building, I’m taken to a dark room and placed at a metal table where they lock my hands onto it.Then I am left in the empty room alone.
That is where I sit and wait.And wait.And wait.For what, I have no idea.I place my forehead in my hands and let the waterworks flow.I thought the well was dry but this has turned into a different level.Ever since meeting Levi, my life has been turned upside down between Blaire, the psycho ex-escorts, being held at gunpoint, the quick marriage, getting pregnant, wanting a divorce and then the bomb.And now this.I’m definitely all tapped out at this point.
The door finally opens, after what feels like hours, and Detective Ford struts in with blue folders in his hands.After depositing them on the table in front of me, he scrapes the metal chair out and takes a seat.
“Sorry to keep you waiting Mrs.Thorne, but the station is jammed packed today with criminals.”He smirks.How can anyone find it amusing when you’re being accused of something like this?
He reaches in to his jacket pocket and pulls out a recorder and sets it on the cold table.It looks just like the one that Everly and I used to play with as kids growing up.
“Listen, I was just promoted to Detective and this is my first real case.I plan on making a big splash out of the gate, so it would be in your best interest to cooperate.Make this nice and easy for everyone involved.”He reaches out and strokes my hand with his fingers and I try desperately to yank them away from his touch but the handcuffs bite into my flesh, keeping me in place.
“This is ridiculous, you can’t talk to me like that and get away with it,” I say and flick my hand over to the corner, where a camera is mounted on the wall.“My family will have your badge for saying that to me.”
He chuckles like there is some joke I’m not privy to.“Well, I guess it’s my lucky day since the cameras in this room aren’t working.Hence our trusty old-school recorder.”He waves his hand at the tape recorder, and my heart drops into my stomach.
He presses play, and then starts to talk again.
“This is Detective James Ford questioning the suspect, Saylor Thorne, on the suspicion of her husband’s, Attorney Levi Thorne, car bomb and attempted murder.”He looks up, making eye contact.“Mrs.Thorne, have you had your Miranda Rights read to you?”
Trying to pull any type of wetness into my dry mouth, I come up empty.
“Y-yes,” my voice comes out as a whisper, feeling like sandpaper, so he pushes the recorder up to my face to say it again.“Yes.”
“Good.Now, Mrs.Thorne, there seems to be a number of videos of you threatening your husband after what looks to be a heated argument at a restaurant yesterday around lunch time.You have one hell of a slap on you.”He chuckles and opens the folders.“It seems to me that a woman scorned, such as yourself, would have motive in causing the demise of her husband.Especially without a prenup involved.”
I’ve seen all kinds of police shows and movies where they interview the suspect and their lawyers tell them over and over to not say a word or answer any of their questions, but I truly have nothing to hide.But with being married to an attorney, I’ve learned a few things along the way.
“I didn’t do this.I love my husband very much and would never try to cause him any harm.Yes, we had an argument but that didn’t mean that I’d try to kill him.”
Wait?Do I even have a lawyer?Can Daniel be my attorney, being that he’s family?Should I call Lincoln or Everly?How does this even go?The movies aren’t even real but they make it seem like this.Shit, I don’t even know where my dad is to try and get ahold of him.I don’t even know if he’ll have phone service to answer my call.My grandparents haven’t called me back yet so I know that they haven’t gotten my messages.
A knock on the door has Detective Ford turning the recorder off, then up from his seat and opening the door.
“Ah, just in time.We were just getting to the fun stuff,” Ford says, and opens the door wider to let whoever is on the other side in.
Thank god, Daniel walks in with a briefcase.
“I need a minute alone with Mrs.Thorne,” He informs the detective.
“Sure.”
“Can you uncuff her?”
Detective Ford strolls over to me with key in hand and unlocks the cuffs.I rub my wrists to try to get the blood circulating, as he walks out the door.
Daniel has yet to make eye contact with me and is fidgeting.
“Daniel, what is happening?”I plead.
