Page 80 of Blackmailing the Bad Girl

He was already walking back the way he had come. She followed him, passing the sergeant, who gave her an amused grin.

I don’t know what’s happening.

The words wailed through her mind as she followed him down a corridor. He eventually stopped in front of a door, opened it, and gestured for her to enter. She hesitated. “Am I under arrest?”

“Not that I know of.” He waved her into the room once more, and she gave in with a sigh. It wasn’t a cell, but some sort of interview room, she was guessing. With a wooden table and two chairs facing each other.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked. “Tea? Coffee?”

“Coffee, please,” she said as she sank down into the chair facing the door. And he was gone.

A few minutes later, someone tapped on the door, and a young uniformed officer came in carrying a tray with a mug of coffee, cream, sugar. If she was about to be arrested, they were treating her very well.

“What am I doing here?” she asked as he was about to leave.

He gave her a smile. “I’m sure someone will be with you soon.” And he left as well.

Summer drank her coffee, because what else was she to do? She got up and paced around the room a few times. Sheer nerves had gotten her this far, but now they were draining away, leaving nothing in reserve.

Sinking back into the chair, she used her bag as a pillow and laid her head down and willed the time away.

She would be doing a lot of that over the next few years.

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