Unspoken 3 by A Lexy Beck Page B

how you were going to work that into the conversation.”
    Dad approached and put his arm around me. I could tell the conversation he had heard between Dylan and I was difficult for him. “I’m sorry, Jennifer.”
    “Dad, don’t. It’s Ok.” The last thing I wanted to talk about now was our relationship. Detective Jackson thankfully interrupted us and asked for the mic I had been wearing.
    “Damn it, Jennifer!” Cain bolted through the door, past the few lingering police officers. He had luckily just missed Dylan’s exit. “I told you not to do this!”
    “Cain! How did you…?”
    “I called Reese and when he lied and told me you overslept and were coming in late, I knew something was up. I headed over here and found the barrage of police cars.” Cain subdued his anger and resentment and roughly hugged me, pulling me in close. He kissed me hard, in front of the small audience, including my father. “If anything had happened to you…”
    “It’s Ok, Cain. We got him. It’s done.”

Chapter Sixteen
    A few hours later, my father called me and invited me to the police station. The detectives were going to interrogate Dylan, and Dad wanted me to monitor the interview. I agreed; this was something Cain and I had to see. I fixed my makeup after all my crying and we headed to the police station. We were ushered into the viewing room to watch the interview. We weren’t alone; Reese, Dad and few other detectives, including Detective Jackson, were already there. 
    Dylan looked confident, even cocky, as he sat across from the interviewer, a young female detective. The red camera light blinked in the room as she began her interrogation.
    “I just want to ask you a few questions and then we’ll move you along in the process, Mr. Rogers.” The attractive young detective told him.
    Dylan slumped back in his chair. “I’m done answering questions today, especially from women.”
    “I think you should reconsider your attitude. If we can get some of this cleared up, it might be better for you. It’s always in your best interest to cooperate with the police.”
    He paused. “You don’t have anything on me.” Dylan’s smirk was matched by the detective’s bright smile.
    “Well, we have enough evidence to hold you for extortion, embezzlement, blackmail and wire fraud. I’m guessing if we keep digging, we can find a few other things. So, why don’t you just tell us how you’re connected to Alice Bennett?”
    “I’ve worked with her. She worked with Vawter. That’s it.” Dylan scratched his nose with this cuffed hands and shifted in his seat.
    I tried to whisper to Reese, but the utter silence in the viewing room made my voice seem much louder. “He’s lying. He’s playing with his face, his nose…and look how quickly he’s blinking.”
    I saw a quick smile from one of the older, more senior detectives in the room. “Nice catch, Ms. Dunning.” I returned the smile and refocused on the action in the interrogation room.
    “Ok, so it would surprise you if I were to say we found your fingerprints at her house?” The detective pushed on, but I could tell by how she delivered the news that she was bluffing.
    “Actually, yes, it would, detective. I mean, I’m no criminal, definitely not a murderer, but even I know if you’re going to commit a crime like that you should wear gloves.” Dylan sat up straight in his seat. He had thrown the detective a curve ball and she wasn’t expecting it.
    She gathered her thoughts and flipped through the pad of notes in front of her. “Other than the night you were at her house, when was the last time you saw Ms. Bennett?”
    “Detective…again, I wasn’t there the other night, and the last time I actually saw Ms. Bennett was months ago, when she came to the office to discuss a contract.”
    The detective continued to hammer away at Dylan about his contact with Alice Bennett, but Dylan refused to be broken. His resiliency showed that he had prepared for this very