Page 187 of A Curse On Black Lake
I pull up to the station and carefully park the truck before I haul ass into the building.
“Where is he?” I ask Tom, sitting behind the front desk.
“Ma’am, you need to calm down. I can’t help you if you don’t calm down,” he says.
I glare at Tom Bowman. He knows exactly who I am. But I don’t care. This isn’t about me.
“Please, he didn’t do this. I need to talk to the Sheriff.”
“I’m sorry, he’s busy right now,” Tom says.
“Bullshit, Tom, he’s probably jumping for joy since he arrested his cousin,” I spit.
Tom purses his lips.
I look over his shoulder, and around the open area filled with desks. There are a couple of offices towards the back of the building, and I can only assume one of them is Wyatt’s.
Bypassing the deputy to the offices, he grabs my arm, stopping me.
“Take your hand off me right now,” I grit.
He doesn’t release me and says, “I can arrest you for obstruction.”
“Then do it!” I scream.
He hesitates.
That’s what I thought. He can’t arrest me for anything. I’m not stupid. But for some reason, he doesn’t want me to see Wyatt. A few of the other deputies are staring at me with wide eyes, but I couldn’t care less if I look like a fool in their eyes. This iswrong.
“Fine,” I state and step back out of his grip.
“Wyatt!” I scream.
“Wyatt, get your ass out here right now or so help me I will give them a reason to arrest me! Come out here and look me in the eye and tell me he did this!” I scream.
Tom takes a step away from me.
I toss him a look, and then a door to one of the back offices opens. Wyatt steps out and crosses his arms.
“I want to talk to you,” I tell him across the small station.
Wyatt hesitates.
“Now!” I yell.
He sighs and rubs his chin. “Let her through, Tom.”
He steps to the side, and Wyatt gestures for me to go into his office first, and he closes the door behind me.
“Eliana, we have to—”
“No, you don’t. I don’t want to hear excuses or the evidence you supposedly have,” I state.
A strange look passes through his eyes, and it makes my heart shrivel up.
“I have plenty of reasons to arrest and question him. He is being accused of two murders, maybe more. According to the law, he’s a flight risk,” Wyatt says.
“You know he didn’t do this. My alibi is enough to prove that,” I tell him.
