Page 88 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘Can the detectives come on?’ Abby asked my father.

‘Of course, we are fully cooperating, as we always have.’

Abby turned to the open door and waved the four of them on and walked into the back of the plane to make space.

The older man was first, followed by one of the uniformed officers. It was clear by the looks on their faces that neither had ever been on a private jet before. But then, the majority of people haven’t either.

My father stood up and extended his hand. ‘Detective, it’s actually nice to see you this time.' Clearly, they had history, and I wondered if he was one of the detectives working on my alleged disappearance.

‘Mr. Cahill,’ he shook my father’s hand and looked to me then back to my father.

‘I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Jessa Cahi…Cameron,’ he smiled at me, and then to Drew, correcting himself and clearly not ashamed one bit.

‘Cameron?’ the detective questioned, looking between us again.

I extended my hand from my sitting position. ‘Yes, Cameron, I’ve recently married.’ I looked to Drew, sitting next to me, who wore a blank expression, but his eyes were worried.

Realization crossed the detective's face and Drew sat up straighter, drawing more confidence. ‘My statements were truthful at the time,’ Drew informed him.

The second detective came on and looked around, clearly having heard the conversation.

‘So what happens now?’ Breton asked no-one in particular.

‘The DA is currently reviewing the materials presented to him this morning,’ the older detective told us. ‘But we also need to take you both in for questioning.’

‘Are they under arrest?’ my father asked.

‘Not at this time,’ the detective said. ‘Miss Dawson, your attorney, has negotiated a conditional and limited amenity with the DA for now, however it is depending on the information checking out.’

‘It will,’ Breton stated, sounding annoyed that his work would even be in question.

‘We have cars waiting to take you downtown for questioning,’ the detective said, and the officer reached for handcuffs.

‘No,’ Drew yelled, standing and pointing to the officer. ‘You are not cuffing her.’

The detective looked at the officer and shook his head.

‘There is no need,’ I confirmed. ‘We are more than willing to cooperate.’

Breton stood and hugged his mom, my mom, my dad and then looked to me, but my position prevented him from giving me one too, so he simply nodded at me and I blew him a kiss. He rested his hand on Drew’s shoulder. ‘Don’t worry, man, we got this.’

Breton left with one detective and the lone officer who waited outside.

Drew moved to let me stand and say bye to my parents and aunt, who left the plane afterward, wanting to get to their car and downtown before I did.

I turned to Amber in the back of the plane. I was so thankful to have my best friends next to me, supporting me through all this. Even if I didn't have them over the past year and a half, at least having them now was something.

‘Make me look good with the media,’ I winked at her.

She looked me up and down. ‘You make my job easy.’

I turned to Abby. ‘I’ll be riding with you,’ she told me and looked to the detective who nodded once in agreement as she walked to the front of the plane towards the detective. ‘Can we give them a moment of privacy?’ Abby asked him, looking to Drew and me. He hesitated, and I thought he was going to say no, but before he could respond Abby added, ‘She’s turning herself in and the pilots have already left the plane. She isn’t going anywhere. They are newlyweds, give them a second or two.’ The point was taken and a moment later she placed her hand on his arm, and he moved, walking down the stairs on his own.

Drew and I were alone. ‘Don’t worry.’ I held his face between my hands.

He shook his head, ‘That’s impossible.’

‘Abby’s already done some damage control. They just said I’m only going in for questioning and I’m not under arrest.’

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