Justice for Boone: Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes, Book 6 Read Online Free PDF Page B

Boone. “Please hold up your hand, Mr. Hatcher.” When he did, Hayden put her own palm against his, ignoring the jolt of heat that went through her arm and down her body at the feel of his warm palm against hers. “See the size difference? There’s no way his hand made those marks.”
    Hayden dropped her hand and went back to Dana, asking over her shoulder, “Mr. Hatcher, are you right or left-handed?”
    “Right.”
    “This mark is on the left side of your face. Mr. Hatcher is right-handed. If he backhanded you, he would’ve used his right hand and it would’ve been on the right side of your face.” Hayden demonstrated, pantomiming a smack to a person’s face with her right hand. “Also, if he’d backhanded you, as you claim, the mark on your face would’ve been more on your cheek than up near your eye. It also would’ve been a large red splotch, not the localized mark that you have. Ms. Chapman, I conclude that you must’ve hit yourself to try to make it look like Mr. Hatcher struck you.”
    “T-t-that’s not true! He hit me.”
    Hayden ignored Dana’s sputterings and continued, “And, Ms. Chapman, you said you’ve spent the night at this house as recently as a couple of nights ago. That’s a lie. Mr. Hatcher has stated that you have never spent the night here, and you were not invited into his home last night or this morning. There is absolutely no evidence a woman has been in Mr. Hatcher’s bedroom. There are no clothes in the closet, no feminine products in the bathroom, and no trash in the trash can that looks like it came from a woman’s preparations in getting ready in the morning. Something like a cotton ball, Q-tip, or tissue.”
    “He won’t let me keep any of my stuff here. I pack it all out every time I leave.”
    “Really? Even your trash? How unusual.” Hayden’s tone was deadpan. “Be that as it may, you claimed you came over this morning and had intercourse with Mr. Hatcher. You told me yourself that he used a condom. I find no evidence of this anywhere in the house.”
    “He flushed it.” Dana was quick with the comebacks.
    “Possible,” Hayden continued without worry. “So where’s the wrapper? It’s not in any trash can that I could find. Flushing a condom wrapper would easily clog the pipes, and it’s recommended right on the package not to flush the wrapper. And the bed, where you claim to have had sexual relations with Mr. Hatcher, is made up as if it hadn’t been slept in last night.”
    Dana had nothing to say to that, her lips were now shut tight and curled up into a snarl. Hayden could see her lips turning white with the pressure she was applying to them.
    “And you also claimed that you were making Mr. Hatcher’s favorite breakfast…but you don’t even know what his favorite breakfast is. Here’s a hint: it’s not eggs. There’s only one towel hanging up in the bathroom, which happens to be dry, when you look like you recently showered and styled your hair, and there are absolutely no pictures of you and Mr. Hatcher together anywhere in the house, as there most likely would be if you were actually dating. Ms. Chapman, it’s against the law to enter someone’s home when you aren’t invited and to make false statements to law enforcement. Not to mention accusing someone of something they didn’t do.”
    Hayden turned to Boone. “Mr. Hatcher, I recommend you file a protective order against Ms. Chapman as soon as you can. And Ms. Chapman, Mr. Hatcher has told you, apparently time and time again, that he doesn’t wish to date you anymore. That’s unfortunate, but sometimes people just aren’t meant to be. I suggest you move on and find a man who is more compatible with you. No harm, no foul.”
    Not surprisingly, Dana glared first at Hayden, then at Boone, who was standing behind her. “You’ll regret this!”
    “Oh—and threatening others in the presence of law enforcement is ill-advised, especially when you’re already being arrested. I suggest