Page 108 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
“It’s fine.” At least he’d arranged for me to stay here instead of taking me to a police station for questioning.
He patted my knee again and stood while I went back to staring. The sound of more clicking cameras filled the room, and I closed my eyes, resting my head against the back of the chair. A headache was coming on strong.
I stayed quiet, listening to the activity behind me and trying to rest my eyes while I lost all track of time.
A commotion in the outside hallway caught my attention but I kept my eyes closed.
“You can’t go in there. Sir! Stop! This is a crime scene! You can’t—”
“What’s going on out here?” Henry said, intervening.
“Where is she?”
My eyes flew open. I knew that deep voice.
I held my breath and waited, listening as heavy footsteps grew louder. When Beau knelt down in front of me, a sob escaped my throat. His big hands slid around my waist and he pulled me out of the chair, right into his lap on the floor. My arms clutched his shoulders and I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the smell that I had missed so much.
Now I could cry.
“I killed him,” I whispered, another sob working free.
“I know. Give it to me, angel.”
And I did.
Once the seal was broken, my tears flowed unrestrained. The breakdown I’d been holding back came rushing forward like an avalanche. I cried, hard, giving Beau all of my pain from tonight. Giving him all the heartbreak and anguish I’d felt these last seven months.
When my loud cries became muffled whimpers and sniffles, I unburied my face and looked into his beautiful eyes. He was a miracle. The one and only person who could pull me from this nightmare had appeared like my savior.
“How did you know?”
He jerked his chin behind me toward the door. “Henry called Felicity. Felicity called me.”
“And you came right here?”
He nodded. “I drove like hell to Bozeman and caught the last flight out.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“I didn’t but figured this was as good a place as any to start looking. I knew someone here could point me in the right direction.”
My head fell back into the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”
“I’ll always come if you need me, Sabrina. Never doubt that,” he whispered into my hair as his arms banded around me tighter.
Henry cleared his throat at our side and I reluctantly let go of Beau to stand. “I’m ready to take your statement.”
I nodded. “Okay. Here? Or do I have to go somewhere else?”
“We’ll do it here. Have a seat.”
Beau’s hand on the small of my back steered me to the couch. He sat first then pulled me down to his side, securing me firmly to his torso with an arm around my shoulders. I laced my fingers with his free hand and took a deep breath.
“Ready.” I nodded to Henry, who sat across from us.
Henry placed a small tape recorder on my coffee table. He spoke first, verbalizing the date, time and my name, then looked up to me. “Sabrina. Would you please walk me through the events that occurred around six o’clock this evening?”
My fingers gripped Beau’s tighter as I took one more fortifying breath and launched into the details of the attack. By the time I was done, the crease between Beau’s eyebrows was as deep and worried as I’d ever seen it.
