Colton 911: Deadly Texas Reunion. Beth Cornelison

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Humboldt slid another picture toward him with much the same content, Nolan gritted his back teeth.

      “What is it you say happened that night, Special Agent Colton?” Humboldt asked. His boss’s continued formal use of Nolan’s official title rather than his first name unsettled Nolan.

      He frowned and tilted his head in confusion. “I’d think that was pretty clear. Are you asking for scurrilous details? Because, I have to say, sir, I find it crass of a man to kiss and tell.”

      Humboldt folded his hands on his desk. “Generally, I do, too. But considering the allegations Special Agent O’Toole has made against you, I think you’d be wise to share your side of the events of that night.”

      A chill raced down Nolan’s spine. “Allegations?” He could barely choke the word out. His pulse thundered in his ears as he looked from one grim face to another. “Wh-what is she alleging?”

      “She claims you assaulted her.”

      Nolan’s blood froze, and he had the very real, very scary sense of his career, his reputation, slipping away like a wild mustang jerking the reins from his hands. He struggled for a breath. “What?”

      “Special Agent O’Toole came forward last week with claims that you made advances toward her over a period of several days while you two were on assignment. She claims she consistently rebuffed your advances and reminded you such behavior was both unprofessional and unwelcome by her.”

      Disbelief clogged Nolan’s throat. He made sputtering noises, but shock rendered him mute.

      “Believing she would need evidence of your behavior to substantiate her claim, she hid a camera to capture further incidents as proof.”

      More like she wanted to frame me. Nolan’s hands fisted. He’d been set up. But why?

      Humboldt tapped the file folder. “There are more if you’d like to see them, but they are much alike and tell the same story.”

      Nolan glanced at the incriminating picture again, noting this time that the shot showed him bowing Charlotte back, as if the aggressor, while her hands were against his chest as if pushing him away. Her head was turned as if avoiding his kiss instead of providing access to her slim neck and bared shoulder.

      Fighting for composure, Nolan said gruffly, “I’d like to see the other pictures, just the same.”

      His boss handed him the file.

      Beside Humboldt’s desk, the third man huffed irritably, but Nolan ignored him as he thumbed through the rest of the snapshots. Every one of the images gave the impression that Nolan had been an assailant and Charlotte his unwilling victim. Which was far from the truth. Missing from the file were dozens of other moments in which Charlotte had seduced him, pressured him, ravaged him. He saw now that she’d made a point of staging plenty of poses providing evidence to the contrary. But still he wondered, why?

      He and Charlotte had worked well together. He’d liked her—obviously—and thought they had a good professional and personal relationship. So what had made her turn on him? No. Not turn on him. That indicated a change of heart. For her to plant the camera, pose the pictures and pursue him with the fervor that she had—because she had, in fact, been the instigator, pushing him to violate his professional ethics for the one-night stand—this whole situation had to have been premeditated. Charlotte had used him. Betrayed him.

      “That bitch,” Nolan muttered under his breath.

      The third man puffed up and growled, “I’ll thank you not to speak that way about my wife.”

      Freshly stunned, Nolan jerked his gaze to the older man. “Your wife?”

      “You didn’t know?” Greenley asked.

      Nolan snorted, no longer caring about comportment or respect for his superiors. “Obviously not.”

      He was being railroaded with false charges, and he’d defend himself with everything he had.

      Greenley turned up a palm. “Special Agent O’Toole married the senator five years ago.”

      “Six years ago,” the third man corrected.

      Nolan gave his head a small shake as if he’d heard wrong. “I’m sorry…the senator?”

      Humboldt nodded toward the man in question. “Yes. US Senator George Dell of Nebraska.”

      Holy crap. He’d slept with the wife of a US senator? And Charlotte had said nothing about a husband—certainly not a husband with so much power.

      The bad vibe he’d had even before entering Humboldt’s office had cranked up by a factor of ten. A hundred.

      Nolan’s entire body tensed. Fire flashed through his veins. He thought his heart might pound right through his chest. A kaleidoscope of emotions battled for dominance as his brain numbly processed the accusation and ramifications. He had to lock his knees to keep his shaking legs under him. “Th-this is all, uh…a big misunderstanding.”

      “You’re denying her claims?” Humboldt asked.

      He jerked a stunned gaze to his boss. Humboldt had worked with him long enough to know Nolan’s character better than that. How could his boss even think he was capable of such a heinous thing?

      He threw the folder of photos back on Humboldt’s desk. “Hell yes, I deny it! I’m not a sexual assailant!”

      The senator shoved to his feet, his hands balled. “So you’re calling my wife a liar?”

      Nolan reeled in the curt reply on his tongue at the last possible moment. He needed to be careful what he said, how he said it. He didn’t want his accusers to have any more rope to hang him with. As it was, defending himself from charges of sexual assault would be tricky at best.

      He struggled for a calm tone as he faced the senator, but a throbbing pulse pounded at his temples. “All I can tell you is that I didn’t know Charlotte was married, and what happened between us was not assault. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it was one hundred percent consensual.”

      Nolan stood his ground as the senator took two aggressive steps toward him, the man’s teeth gritted and bared, his face florid. “You son of a—”

      Greenley caught the senator’s arm. “Sir, please. Have a seat.”

      Turning back to Humboldt, Nolan scrubbed a hand down his face. “Sir, you know me. You know these charges are preposterous. I would never…could never…”

      “My personal opinion doesn’t matter.” Humboldt’s expression was stern but apologetic. “A matter of this magnitude requires an internal investigation.”

      An investigation. Somehow knowing the incident would be explored gave Nolan a seed of hope. Surely the investigation would uncover the truth. He’d be exonerated and his name cleared, his reputation—

      “Until the investigation is complete, you’re hereby suspended without pay—”

      “What!” he shouted, gut punched.

      “Effective

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