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crying out in fear, she heard the larger man scream in pain, and the skinny man begin to curse. She held the gun on both of the men, her eyes glinting as hard as rocks as she glared at them.
    "On your knees," she demanded.
    Doug grabbed the phone to call the police, and while he was on the phone Bekki held the two men at gunpoint.
    "She's not going to shoot," one of the men said to the other. "We should make a run for it."
    Bekki smirked and played her finger on the trigger. She wasn't going to let them think that she wouldn't shoot. Before she had the chance to prove it there were sirens outside. Nick and three uniformed officers burst into the bar, their guns drawn.
    Nick automatically pointed his gun at the person with a weapon, and only noticed who it was after he glanced up at her face.
    "Bekki drop the gun," he demanded, his voice catching in his throat slightly. Bekki lowered the gun as the other officers rushed the two men and began handcuffing them.
    Nick reached out and grabbed the gun from Bekki's hand a little more roughly than he needed to.
    "All right, I'm not the robber," she laughed as she looked up at him. He met her gaze with a hardened glare and she realized that he was not in the least pleased.
    "What's wrong?" she asked. "How did you guys get here so fast?"
    "Because," Nick replied as he handed one of the other officers the weapon and pulled out his own handcuffs. "We were looking for you."
    "Me?" Bekki's heart had not slowed down yet from the confrontation with the two men. The look in Nick's eyes made it pump harder again. "Why?"
    "Rebekah Wilson you're under arrest for the murder of Daisy Carmile," he spoke in a calm unwavering voice. When Bekki felt the handcuffs close over her wrists, her heart sank.
    "Murder?" she gasped out. "You mean Daisy's dead?" she looked from him to Doug behind the bar, and then back to Nick. "You can't possibly think I had anything to do with it?" Her tone was incredulous as she stared at the man she had once considered the most handsome boy in class.
    "I'm just doing my job, Bekki," he said through gritted teeth and led her out of the bar. He put her inside one of the patrol cars, pushing her head lightly to prevent her from hitting it on the door.
    "Please Nick," she whispered as she tried to meet his eyes. "You know me, I wouldn't do this, please."
    Nick studied her for a long moment, his green eyes darkened with emotion.
    "I used to know you Bekki. If you didn't do this, it'll all get straightened out," he slammed the door shut. Bekki watched him walk away through the thick glass of the window.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Bekki was led from the car and directly into an interrogation room. The entire time all she could think of was Daisy. Could it really be true that she was dead? She was certain that the entire matter would be cleared up easily. She sat calmly in the interrogation room, not allowing herself to panic. When the door to the room opened and Nick stepped inside she looked up at him with relief. But his expression remained hardened and focused as he sat down across from her. Behind him another detective stepped in.
    "Rebekah, I'm detective Williams," the woman said as she walked up to the table. "And this is my partner Detective Malonie."
    "I know who Nick is," Bekki said quietly as she looked from one to the other. "This is all ridiculous, I mean I know you're just doing your job, but Nick do I really need to be handcuffed?" she asked with a frown.
    "You two know each other?" Detective Williams said with surprise as she walked around the side of the table to unlock Bekki's handcuffs.
    "We were friends in high school," Nick admitted and briefly met Bekki's eyes.
    "Is that going to be an issue?" Detective Williams asked as she turned back towards Nick.
    "Not at all," Nick assured her and flipped open the thin file on the table in front of him. "Rebekah, it seems that you had a confrontation with Daisy this evening," he said in a professional tone.
    "Yes, I did,"