Page 74 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

"You need to tell me where Noah is right now. Before something happens that you'll regret."

"I don't regret anything I've done." There was a lump in my throat that wouldn't go away. It felt like I was ch

oking. God, I'd basically just confessed. I needed to backtrack. I needed to say anything.

"Ensley, what have you done?"

"He killed my baby." Tears started to pool in the corners of my eyes. "Detective Torres, I lied. He did hurt me. Emotionally. Physically." God, all I could ever see was the blood at the bottom of the steps. "He drugged me. For years I was just...nothing. He made me think I was crazy. But he's a monster. You have to believe me."

"I believe you, Ensley. Let's go down to the station and I can get your full statement. And you can tell me exactly what you did."

I shook my head.

"Okay. Then tell me here. What did you do?"

I tore my jacket off because it was like I was standing in Satan's fire.

"Ensley, it's against the law to try to bribe a detective." His eyes stayed firmly on my face instead of wandering down to my revealing Mrs. Claus costume.

Yeah, he hadn't been flirting. He was using me. Tricking me. His promises meant nothing. No one ever kept their promises to me. "I’m not bribing you! It's freaking a thousand degrees in here and you're pointing a finger at me for murdering my husband." I threw my jacket at him.

He dodged it like it contained a bomb.

It didn't. But God, I wish it had. I could just picture stupid Detective Torres exploding into a million colorful pieces.

He shook his head. "I didn't say anything about homicide."

Oh no. Had I said that? My brain was rapidly becoming less mushy now that I could breathe again. "We both know what you were thinking." It was a lame excuse. I needed to do better.

"Ensley, did you murder your husband?"

"No. Of course not. I’m not a lunatic! But he was an asshole. I'm sure a lot of people would be happy if he was dead." Stop talking about Noah being dead.

He was staring at me like I was indeed a crazy woman. "You said he was an asshole. Past tense."

"I meant is. He is an asshole. I went to public school. I never properly learned my tenses."

"Noah was cheating on you. He abused you emotionally and physically. He drugged you. You had every reason to want to kill him.”

Fuck yeah I did. I pressed my lips together, not willing to risk saying anything else damning.

"Ensley, I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of your husband. Obstruction of justice. And bribing an officer."

"Silence isn't consent! I didn't murder Noah. I told you everything I know. And I was wearing this outfit before you showed up. You can't arrest me. Detective Torres, you said you believed me..."

"Place your hands on the back of your head. Turn around. Kneel."

"But I..."

He drew out his gun and aimed it at my scantily clad chest.

Shitballs! "Okay." I held my hands up. "Okay. But I didn't murder my husband. You're going to look like such an idiot when you bring me in. Kind of like last time when you let your prime suspect escape. Do you really want that?"

"Now, Ensley."

I gave him my most innocent smile. "Damien, come on." I thought using his first name would help, but if anything he looked angrier. "I'll give you whatever you want. Just lower your gun and we can talk about this." I bit my bottom lip, wishing that I wasn't a sweaty mess right now.

For just a second, his eyes dropped to my breasts.

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