Bekki said feeling very flustered. "It was just a business thing."
"Really, because I have witnesses saying that you threatened her," he pointed out and met her gaze, his green eyes filled with determination. "Is it true that this is an ongoing feud between Daisy and your family?"
Bekki's mouth dropped open but she could not bring herself to speak. She was putting the pieces together much in the same way that Nick must have. She had threatened Daisy, and there were plenty of witnesses who had heard it. She could understand why it was that she would fall under some suspicion.
"Look, I was at Doug's bar all night. He'll tell you that, just ask him," she said quickly as Detective Williams leaned against the table beside her.
"Oh, we have talked to Mr. Matthews," she said with a forced smile. "And he informed us that you had a couple of drinks, and told him how frustrated you were with Daisy. You then proceeded to pick a fight with two armed men. Did you have a few before you went to the bar Ms. Wilson?" she asked sternly.
"What?" Bekki shook her head with irritation. "Of course not. I had a couple of beers, I wasn't drunk. Was it a crime to stop a robbery?"
"It's not a crime," Nick said firmly. "But, it does demonstrate that you have the ability to attack, and obviously, you don't have a problem with physical confrontation."
"I don't have a problem with physical confrontation?" Bekki asked, her voice raising with each word she spoke. "Excuse me? So, I am trained in martial arts, that doesn't mean I would ever hurt anyone intentionally. What I did tonight was in self-defense!"
"And you broke the man's forearm," Nick clarified, his eyes locking with hers as his own voice began to rise. "Daisy had multiple contusions and broken bones Bekki, so what am I supposed to think? That you were perfectly satisfied to simply have words with Daisy and walk away, but later on the same night you decided it would be a good idea to take down two large men?" he demanded. "Obviously you were capable of the crime, and you had motive..."
"Nick," Detective Williams interrupted sharply. "Calm down," she studied him intently.
Nick fell swiftly into silence and looked quickly away. Bekki could see the ripple of his clenched jaw, she knew he could barely contain his emotions. She had a feeling though, that those emotions had less to do with anger than they did with fear.
"I'm sorry," Bekki said quietly as she stared down at the table. "I didn't do this. I didn't do it," she promised and squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment.
"Isn't it possible," Detective Williams started again in a soothing tone. "That you might have left Daisy's salon, and had a few drinks down the street at the liquor store. Then maybe, you decided to go back and finish your conversation with Daisy. When you came back, Daisy was being her usual self, and you just couldn't take it anymore. So you lost your temper, and you beat her up, maybe you didn't even realize that you killed her, and then you went to drown your anger over at Doug's bar. Don't you think that makes sense?"
"Are you insane?" Bekki snapped as she suddenly jumped up from her chair. "No it's not possible! No it doesn't make any sense! I would never kill Daisy!" she slammed her hands hard against the table, making Detective Williams and Nick jump up at the same time with the intention of restraining her. Nick glowered at her so darkly that her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," she said and raised her hands up into the air as if surrendering. "I'm sorry," she added as she sank back down into her chair. She realized that blowing up was not exactly helping her case. "What do I need to do?" she asked in a shaking voice. "Do I need to get a lawyer?"
"I would recommend it," Detective WIlliams nodded her head as she swept the file up into her hands from the table. "I would call one fast. We don't have enough to book you tonight, but once we've done all of our interviews and we finish analyzing the
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