Page 140 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

Caden stands and I look up to meet his green eyes without lifting my head from Eli’s shoulder. “Coffee or soda?”

“Soda, please.” I give him a weak smile and then he asks everyone else before heading out into the station.

“Should he have gone by himself? Pretty sure Zach is still out there.” Ashley has her arms and her legs crossed with her foot bouncing.

I straighten.

“I got it.” Jack gets up and follows after Caden.

I didn’t even think that Zach and Sidney would be here. But this time I’m not vulnerable. The guys are here and so are all these police officers. While I know some are in the pockets of the rich men in this town, not every cop should be.

Caden and Jack come back and hand out the sodas before resuming their seats. The door opens, and we all glance toward it.

“All right. The other two girls and then we’ll get to you guys.” The police officer’s last name is O’Brien on her shirt. Emma, Kenz, and Penny come in and take seats as we get up to leave.

I kind of hope when they come for the guys, they only take them one at a time, so it won’t just be us in the office. O’Brien leads us down a hallway and into what has to be an interrogation/interview room.

Maybe I should have called my mom, but then she would have had to leave work. I don’t want her to get in trouble with work. Not when everything is already upside down. And this doesn’t feel like it warrants a mom intervention.

We’re the victims in this case. Not being charged. Just giving our statements.

Besides, it’s over, and the police have been notified. I can text her later to let her know something happened.

O’Brien gestures to the chairs and we sit down. Before she sits down, she asks, “Do you need anything to drink?”

Both Ashley and I hold up the sodas that Caden brought us. She chuckles.

“How about a snack then?”

“No, we’re good.” Ashley sets the bottle on the table and leans back in the chair with her arms crossed. “We’re just ready for tonight to be over.”

Apparently, Ashley is going to be our spokesperson. Which I’m perfectly fine with.

Before O’Brien can say anything else, there’s a sharp knock at the door, and a male officer comes in with a folder. He sits down next to O’Brien.

“I’m Sargent Tom Wallace.” He lifts his gaze to Ashley and then to me. “Just so you know, this room is being recorded.”

I’ve seen a few true crime shows so I’ve seen the recordings from when they get confessions. Fortunately, we’re not being charged with anything.

“Can you tell me what happened tonight?” Tom holds a pen ready to take notes on the notepad in front of him.

Ashley tells him about the locker room. The lights going out. Hiding in the office. Sidney bringing the keys. She leaves nothing out. Though everything feels surreal now like it didn’t even happen, but hearing it from Ashley makes it so real again that my heart races.

When she finishes with the guys tackling the basketball players to stop them from getting in, Tom looks between the two of us. His dark eyes settle on me.

“Anything she left out?”

I shake my head. She gave them everything right down to what everyone said. “That’s what happened.”

Tom nods and sits back in his chair, looking between us again. “You know their names?”

“Sidney Brown, Zach Gray, Trace Masters, Adam Hutchins, and Bryant Smith.” Ashley leans forward on the table and meets Tom’s eyes. “I know the first two are going to be tricky to charge, and they’re probably going to blame everything on the other guys, but just so you know, Zach and Sidney coordinated everything. There’s no way either of them would let someone else call the shots. But I also know you won’t take my advice and lock them all up. Because believe me, their intent was to rape us and maybe worse. So if you’re okay letting a rapist go...” She shrugs and sits back.

O’Brien looks a little pale, but Tom nods.

“I’m surprised your father isn’t here, Ms. Kim.” Tom leans back in his chair.

“My father has other things to attend to. What matters is you don’t look the other way like their families are going to ask you to do.” Ashley’s smile is tight. “Or maybe my father will come and pay you all a visit.”