“None of this has shit to do with what happened today. This is a witch hunt.” Marcus grunts as Wade heads for the door.
“We may not be Salem, but our town was just as notorious for burning them. Like fuck will I let that happen on my watch. Stay here.”
He walks out and closes the door. I pull out my cell phone and start recording, just in case.
“Pretty sure that’s illegal, too,” Marcus drawls.
“I just wanna cover Wade’s back.”
The door to the interrogation room opens, and Wade steps in. “There’s been a development, sir.”
“Not now, Wade.”
“Sir, it’s important, and it can’t wait.”
“I said not now. Unless you want to find yourself riding your desk for the next month.”
I stiffen at his words, but Wade takes it in his stride. “Begging your pardon, sir, but I’m trying to stop you from doing something you’ll regret.”
The chief leans back, glaring at Wade, who takes it as permission to talk.
“Sorrow was wrongly arrested. In fact, I believe she was targeted. She did not resist arrest?—”
“You cannot know that, and it’s irrelevant when she was over the alcohol limit. She’ll be back behind bars before she knows it, and Tempest can rest easy once more.”
“Actually, she won’t be. She is completely sober. I administered a breathalyzer myself.”
“Then you tested her wrong.”
“No, sir, I did not,” Wade snaps out.
Chief Stephenson gets to his feet and walks over to Wade, who stands tall.
“Your test was wrong. I already know she blew positive. Perhaps that’s not the only thing she blew.”
Wade looks like he wants to haul back and punch him, and I’m not far behind him. Marcus must sense my tension becausehe grabs my arm and shakes his head, but points to the camera to make sure it’s still running.
“I’m more than happy to hand in my badge and gun while IA runs a full investigation. I’m sure they’ll be really interested to know a woman who has done her time is being victimized and threatened by the police when I have proof she hasn’t committed a crime. Even if she had, she wasn’t read her Miranda rights, was refused a lawyer because she doesn’t speak, and was denied medical attention. Yes, I’m more than happy for IA to investigate and take my licks on this one, sir.”
The chief glares at him before shoving past him and slamming the door open. He walks out, leaving Wade and Sorrow alone.
Wade crouches in front of her. “Are you okay?”
She nods rapidly before shaking her head, her shoulders shaking. She’s crying. I turn off my phone and shove it in my pocket before heading for the door, my hand freezing on the handle when I hear Wade’s following words.
“Let’s get a doctor to look at you. I’m worried those wrists might need stitches.”
I didn’t notice any injuries when the arrest went down. I look at Marcus, who shakes his head, saying he didn’t see anything either.
“We should wait, like Wade said.” Marcus sighs. I ignore him, yanking the door open
We step outside just as Wade walks out with Sorrow. She must hear us because she lifts her head and looks over. I take in her too-pale, bloody-smeared face and clothes and rush toward her.
“What the fuck?”
She ducks, her hands coming up to cover her face and head protectively, making us all freeze.
“Hey, it’s okay, nobody here is going to hurt you,” Wade soothes her while glaring daggers at me.
