Page 103 of Careless Whisper

The older deputy asks me how much money I make and where my bank account is.

They ask me questions about what I did in Seattle. I answer carefully, not mentioning my ex. I don’t need anyone to connect me to Jamie Da Silva. I don’t know if he cares that I ran away, but I don’t need him to know where I am.

“You look at another man like that, Faith, and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

“You have access to Ripley’s cash register?”

I nod hesitantly. I do. I work there. I’m a waitress.

“You go into Cain’s office?”

I blush. For the past week since we beganseeingeach other and before we made love last night, the office is where we kissed, made out, and talked.

“Yes.”

The older man nods. “You know the code for the safe there?”

I frown. “There’s a safe there?”

Kyle looks triumphant. “You don’t know?”

I shake my head.

He smirks. “You fuck him in the office and you’re saying you didn’t see the safe?”

My heart stops. How did they know about Cain and me? We only spent one night together. Just one, at his place. After all, I can’t take him to mine.

“I…” I’m at a loss for words. I shake my head.

Then the older man drops a bomb. "We have proof you stole ten thousand dollars from the safe in Cain’s office.”

I’m in shock. I can’t process words.

How many dollars?

A hysterical short laugh bursts out of me. “What?”

“You were seen entering his office last night.”

“What?” I rub my hands on my jeans.

“The code to the safe is written on his planner. You probably saw it when he bent you over his desk,” Kyle grinds out.

I can’t understand anything they’re saying.

It’s cold in the room. It’s Fall, and the temperature has dropped in Silverton. I’m just in my Ripley’s T-shirt and jeans. I wrap my hands around my arms and rub. I try to soothe the goosebumps.

The cops are dressed and wearing jackets and don’t look cold at all.

They want me uncomfortable, I realize, just like in the movies and TV shows.

“Look, it’s simple deduction. You knew the code. You were seen going into his office. Then the money went missing,” the older deputy explains.

I shake my head. I’m doing that a lot.

“But…I…no.”

“You know, we checked you out.” Kyle leans back, smug. “You stole in Seattle, too, didn’t you?”

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