so they could just enjoy the remainder of their honeymoon, she would have just turned around and walked back to the house. She knew herself better than that, though.
“I think this is it right up here,” Ben said, finally breaking the tense silence. Rilynne studied the front of the small, white stone building before she finally saw the police department sign. Without waiting, she hurried up the stairs and pushed the door open.
“I don’t think I’ll be needing your statement at this moment in time,” the sergeant said when he looked up and saw them walk in. He looked less than pleased by the intrusion from where he sat, feet propped up on his desk. Without waiting for them to respond, he turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hands.
“I’d actually like to help with your investigation, Sergeant Perez,” she said, looking at the name plate on his desk. “Starting with the photos we took of the scene before you had the body removed.” He looked up at her with an almost amused sort of grin.
“Why don’t you head back to your room and leave the police work to me,” he stated. The continuous note of condescension in his voice was growing old.
Ben reached for Rilynne’s arm and pulled her toward the door, but she pulled it free and crossed the room toward him. “Have you ever handled a murder?” she asked, dropping her hands down on his desk. Perez’s grin faltered, but he didn’t rise from his seat. “I’m a homicide detective, and my husband is the top forensic analyst in the United States. Looking into things like this is what we do.”
“Well, last I checked,” he said, finally pushing himself up from his seat, “this isn’t the United States. Now, you can either head back to your house, or I can arrest you. The choice is yours.”
She stared at him for several tense seconds before pushing off of the desk. Before walking out the door, she turned to the young boy sitting behind the desk just to the right of it. “Tell your boss to look us up. If he wants our help, you know where to find us.”
He looked stunned, but nodded. Rilynne shot a menacing glare back at Perez before stepping through the door Ben was holding open for her.
“Can you believe how rude he is?” she asked. Rage was coursing through her as she started down the dirt road. She didn’t realize how fast she was moving until she noticed that Ben had to run to catch up.
“What do you expect?” he asked. Surprisingly, he didn’t try to slow her. “No one wants a stranger to come in and take over a case, especially one as big as this one. This isn’t like cities back home. We can’t just call in favors to get them to cooperate. Neither of us have connections that reach this far. He’s already told you what would happen if you push. I don’t know about you, but I don’t really want to spend the rest of our honeymoon behind bars. I know it’s hard, but you need to just let it go.”
With his words, Rilynne felt the anger slip away. He was right; this was their honeymoon. She should be enjoying it instead of obsessing about something she couldn’t control.
As her pace slowed, she just nodded and took him by the arm. “Sorry,” she mumbled. She could see him grin from the corner of her eye, but he didn’t respond. She felt herself wanting to rant again, but refrained. It was enough for one of them to be frustrated. If she dragged this out any further, the only thing it would accomplish would be angering her husband.
“Tell me you didn’t see this coming,” he said.
Rilynne quickly shook her head. “I promise I didn’t,” she said, trying to reassure him. The fact she hadn’t actually surprised her. Even if she had, though, she wasn’t sure she would have told him. As much as she would have hated to lie to him, the only thing telling him would accomplish would be frustrating him further. That’s the last thing she wanted