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“All night?” The officer asked.
“Beth, stop talking,” I said. I knew enough about the law from my mother the best course of action was to say nothing. I was a minor. They couldn’t question me without a parent being present. Which meant having a former Federal Prosecutor as a mother was going to come in handy.
“I’ll come willingly,” I told him, and he nodded. “She’s on the way to the police station.”
“I’m staying with you,” Beth told me, once we were back in the car.
“No, you’re going to go home and let me figure this out.”
“Fitz!”
“Beth,” I said calmly. “You and I both know I didn’t hurt anyone with my car. Let’s just do this and get it over with.”
I looked at the cop who seemed to be motioning to his partner as if it was okay for him to stay in the car. That I was cooperating.
“Am I allowed to ask who I might have hurt in this vehicular assault?”
The cop took out a small pad from his back pocket and shone his flashlight on it.
“G. Wickham. He’s currently hospitalized.”
I heard Beth gasp again.
“Wick,” I said, feeling a sudden drop in my stomach. This wasn’t good.
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Beth
This couldn’t be happening. There was no way it could be happening. But there it was on the morning local news. A blonde woman wearing too much makeup and hairspray, spoke into the microphone while standing in front of car that had collided into a tree. I recognized Wick’s used blue Honda, a hand-me-down from his mother, or at least what was left of it.
“In a shocking attack, a witness watched as the car in question was deliberately run off the road, sending the teenaged driver crashing into this tree you see behind me. Luckily, the air bags were deployed, but the driver was rushed to the hospital with, what we are told, are injuries including a concussion and some broken ribs. The perpetrator of this crime then sped off, but police tell me they currently have a person of interest in custody.”
Custody. Fitz was in custody.
“Beth! Did you hear?”
I could hear Star calling my name as she rushed into the kitchen only to find me watching the news already.
She stood behind me. “You’ve seen.”
“Yes,” I said dully.
“And you know it’s Wick who was hit.”
“Yes.”
“And that people are saying it was Fitz’s car.”
I turned and glared at her. “He didn’t do it, Star.”
“Beth, I get it. You don’t want it to be him. But it was his car, his license plate. There was a witness, and everyone knows how Fitz felt about Wick. I’m not saying he was trying to kill him or anything…”
“Star!” I snapped. “Will you listen to yourself? You’re saying Fitz drove his car into Wick’s to purposefully run him off the road! Are you insane?”
“After what Wick did to Gigi?” Star said it as if I had to leave his guilt open as a possibility.
I rejected that. “No, he punched him in the face for what he did to Gigi.”
