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interfered with the investigation. Bekki didn't want to share the photograph of the shoeprint with her, but maybe it would be enough evidence for Sammy to be released. With a sigh she began typing out a text on her phone, explaining that she had noticed this shoeprint and that Detective Williams might want to look into it. Then she sent the text with the picture attached. She braced herself for her door to be pounded down by the police. Instead her phone began to ring. It was Detective Williams' phone number.
    "Hello?" Bekki said hesitantly into the phone.
    "Did I not make myself clear?" Detective Williams barked into the phone. "I told you do not go near the mansion, do not get involved in this at all, and now look what you've done."
    "What do you mean?" Bekki asked, her anger bubbling up within her. "I found a clue that your officers missed, and I shared the information with you."
    "Because you sent this to me, instead of alerting the officer at the scene, I have no way of proving that you didn't make the shoeprint yourself to throw the suspicion off your friend," Detective Williams snapped at her over the phone. "You're not a police officer. If you were you would have known better than to take a picture of the shoeprint instead of alerting the officer on the scene so that the area could be sealed off and the forensics team could investigate it before the scene was contaminated. Now it is contaminated, now I can only assume that you are falsifying evidence out of desperation to protect your friend."
    Bekki slumped down on her couch and placed her forehead against her palm as she listened to Detective Williams continue to rant in her ear. She couldn't even defend herself, as Detective Williams had a point. Ho w could she prove that the shoeprint was real, since she hadn't told Morris about it when she first found it? The suspicion would clearly be cast on her because she obviously wanted to clear her friend's name.
    "A ll right, all right," Bekki said quietly into the phone. "I understand."
    "No , you don't understand," Detective Williams hissed. "I have no interest in making googly eyes with you Bekki, so if you step into my investigation one more time, you will be held for obstruction of justice, and Nick will not be able to do a thing about it, do you understand that?"
    "Yes," Bekki said through gritted teeth. She didn't like to be treated so disdainfully, but again she couldn't disagree with Detective W illiams, since not reporting the shoeprint in the first place had been a mistake. Sammy was still going to be faced with the possibility of spending the night in jail. Bekki knew it had to be a horrible feeling for her. As she hung up the phone call with the detective, she heard a sharp knock on the door. Hoping it might be Nick she jumped up and opened the door. Instead it was Trevor, his full lips curved into the most playful of smiles.
    “ Happy to see me?" he asked in that arrogant way that only Trevor possessed.
    "I'm not happy about any of this," Bekki replied with a shudder. All of her emotions were stirred up by Detective Williams' phone call, and now seeing Trevor again was difficult to process. But she was relieved he was there, considering that everything she had done so far to help Sammy had ended up making things worse.
    "Hey," Trevor said when he saw the terror in her eyes. "Relax, it's going to be fine," he assured her. "Let's get you out of this house," he suggested. "We'll grab a late lunch and you can tell me what you know about the case before I go over to see Sammy, okay?"
    Bekki nodded and grabbed her purse. "I'll drive," she said quickly. They drove towards the small cafe in the center of town. When they parked at the cafe Bekki pulled out her phone. She felt Trevor's watchful eyes on her as she dialed Nick's number again, and again, got his voicemail. After they were settled at a table, Trevor breathed a heavy sigh and settled his gaze on hers.
    “Now, tell me what's going on with the case,” he