“That’s ridiculous,” Gisele grumbles.
“No matter. It’s time to go.” Rory holds out his arm like he’s showing her the way to the door. “Come along, Ms. Foster.”
My sister huffs and stomps toward Rory. When she stops right in front of me, I’m tempted to hide behind Billy’s back, but I don’t. I stare into her crystal blue eyes. “This isn’t over.” She threatens.
“Sure it is.” I shrug. “I just taped your entire rant. I plan on putting it out on social media as soon as you’re out the door.”
I see her claws this time. I’m able to jump away from her reach, but Billy’s not so lucky. She’s clipped his arm and it’s bleeding.
“That’s it,” Rory shouts. He reaches for her arm, but she swings her high-heeled foot out and connects with his shin. “Damn it,” he growls. He’s able to get her by the arm which he brings behind her back roughly. Even though she’s struggling, Rory is able to grasp her other hand and bring it behind her back. In seconds he’s got cuffs on her. When she tries to kick back at him, he swings his legs out, causing her to lose her balance. She’s on the floor a moment later, Rory’s knee in her back. Pulling the radio from a spot on his belt, he presses the button on the side and says, “Code nine. Officer needs assistance.”
“Are you taping this?” whispers Billy.
“Fuck yes.” I giggle just loud enough for Gisele to hear me.
“You’re fucking dead, Josephine,” she spits. “Wait till Mom hears.”
“Oh, she’ll hear, Gizzy. As soon as I send Dad part one of this little film.”
Billy looks at me with an arched brow.
“What? I’ve never had video evidence before.” I kiss my phone. “Thank you, Apple.”
Billy wraps his hand around my elbow and tugs at me gently, “Mind if we drop our things off in the room, Officer?”
“Sure.” Rory no longer has his knee in my sisters back, probably because he’s zip-tied her feet together. Even if she could get up, she wouldn’t be able to walk. I quickly take a snapshot of my sister restrained, and I set it as my home screen image.
What? She deserves it.
“We’ll be in room 210,” Billy says. With my bag in one of his hands, he takes mine in his other and pulls me along until we’re at his door.
As I wait for the door to unlock, I hear her speak again. I quickly hold my phone up and hit record. “You’re fucking dead, Jo.”
Hitting a few buttons, I smile. “All I have to do is upload this entire thing to Instagram and Snapchat. Now,” I sigh, “time to send this to Dad.”
When she starts crying, I can’t help feeling a little bad, but then I recognize the fake tears. I’ve heard them my whole life. “Fake tears,” I say to Rory. “She’s so good at it, even water comes out. But don’t fall for it.”
“Got it.”
As a second officer appears at the top of the steps, Billy pulls me inside the room. Setting my bag on the bed, he turns to me. Leaning down, he kisses me softly. “You’re the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met, JoJo Foster.”
I know I look perplexed. “This is a shit show.”
“You’ve been through the ringer, and you’ve still got a sense of humor.”
“I have to be able to laugh.” Or else, I’d die.
When we hear a knock, Billy peeks out the peephole then opens the door right after. Rory steps in and smiles down at me. “Jo. You okay?”
“I am, thanks, Rory.”
“Good.” Turning to Billy then back to me, he says, “I’m going to need you to hand over the phone. Evidence.”
“What?”
“I’ll get it back to you as soon as I can. I’ll also need you to come down to the station in a while so we can get your story. She’s already blaming you, Jo.”
“What a surprise. She’s psycho.”
