Week 207 – I cant believe you want my brother show me a picture

Becca felt the fight drain out of her, her wrist ached, a headache was building behind her eyes, and she suddenly felt exhausted. All she wanted to do was climb back into bed and sleep and hope all of this had disappeared when she woke up.

No.

She couldn’t do that.

Brody had never once given up on her no matter how hard things had been. No matter how hard she had made things.

Forcing herself to dig for strength she wasn’t sure she had, Becca straightened and carefully pulled her wrist out of Detective Berman’s surprisingly gentle grip. “I cant believe you want my brother show me a picture.”

“A picture?” Detective Berman asked, his gray eyes crinkled as he tried to figure out what she meant.

“A picture, a video, whatever it is that makes you think my brother is a killer,” she clarified.

“You really have a cousin who looks just like your brother?”

“Yes, his name is Benjy Sharp. He’s …” she trailed off and shuddered, she’d never liked Benjy but no one had ever listened to her. “Take me down to the station, show me why you think Brody is your killer.”

Detective Berman shook his head. “Tell me where your brother is so I can bring him in and I’ll look into the cousin angle.”

“No. Show me what you have on my brother then I’ll help you find out where he is.”

“I could arrest you for obstruction, if you know where he is and don’t tell me you could be looking at accessory charges as well.”

Becca narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “You can’t bully me into doing what you want. I don’t know where Brody is, he never showed up to pick me up at the airport, I had to take a cab here. I sent him a bunch of messages but he never replied.”

He glared at her.

She glared at him.

Then her gaze dropped to his mouth. He had nice lips, she’d never thought that about a man before but all she could think about was kissing him.

Detective Berman leaned in close so those lips were right above her ear. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to kiss you.”

Becca gasped. She couldn’t kiss this man, he’d terrified her, hurt her, and was convinced her brother was a killer, and yet she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his mouth.

“I warned you,” he whispered, and then his lips were on hers and he was kissing her.

What shocked her was that she melted into his arms and kissed him back.