Not quite tearful.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re going to be arrested?”

Victoria was in a rage. Honestly, he’d never seen her this pissed.

“I know little more than I’ve just told you.”

“What are they arresting you for fucker?”

“Alleged murder.”

“What? Of who?”

“My old boss.”

Her eyes widened. Then she glowered at him.

“Well? Did you?”

Damien stared at her.

“You fucking asshole. You said he left!”

“He did. Sorta.”

“Fuck! So what do we do now.”

Damien turned his head to the sound of the front door being broken down.

“Get arrested I guess. Step away from me, and put your hands up.”

Damien followed his own orders and knelt down, placing his hands behind his head. With luck, no trigger happy cop would put a bullet in his head.

When they burst into the room, Victoria cussed at them, but made no threatening move. Damien knew she wouldn’t. She’s smarter than that. He was a bit more worried about Becca, but she seemed to be too frightened to do anything other than shake her head and cry.

Damien was arrested without fanfare, without incident, and without bloodshed.

It was going to be hard enough figuring out how much they knew and how. He didn’t need the added ‘help’ of a concussion to hinder his thought processes.