Zachery placed the steaming cup of coffee in Elizabeth’s hand while the activity of the police station buzzed around them.
He pressed his hand against hers, making sure she had a grip on the cup. “Probably not the tastiest, but it will warm you up.”
Elizabeth stared straight ahead, not focusing on anything. His heart squeezed tight with empathy. This was not the same confident woman he enjoyed bantering with. He’d seen the same effect on soldiers. The violence she’d witnessed must have stripped her bare, left every emotion raw and exposed and turned her brain into shredded mush.
“Go ahead, have a sip. I put three sugars in it.” His hand still covered hers. He feared she would drop the coffee if he pulled away.
She drew the cup to her lips. He sat in the hard plastic chair beside her. He couldn’t leave her, not in the state she was in.
“It’s not too bad.” She stared down into the steaming liquid. “Thank you.” She spoke in a monotone.
He knew the thank-you was for more than the bad coffee. “My pleasure.” He glanced around at the officer assigned to her case, who typed away on his keyboard. “Busy night. I’m sure he’ll be able to take your statement soon.” When the cop glanced up from his keyboard, Zach offered him a raised eyebrow as if to say hurry up.
The night had been long enough already. Elizabeth had gone through a medical exam that revealed she had bruised ribs.
Another policeman walked by them, punching Zach in the shoulder as he passed.
She lifted her chin. “Do you know everyone in this town, Beck? You haven’t lived here that long.”
Her voice still lacked the old fight he’d gotten used to, but at least she was feeling well enough to take a shot at him.
“What can I say, people just gravitate toward this handsome mug of mine.” He rubbed his chin.
She shook her head. “Yeah, right, that must be it.” Her smile faded and she gazed back into her coffee cup.
The brief moment of humor passed, and a taut silence coiled around them. What had happened to her out there in that house? He knew more than he wanted to about the terror connected with being abducted.
Experience on a very personal level told him what she needed. “I’ll stay,” he said.
“What?”
“I’ll stay while you give your statement...if you want me to.” He didn’t want to seem forward. “Or I can call someone.”
“There’s no one to call. I have friends but...my father is really the only one I would want here. He died a few years ago,” she said. “I moved back here from Seattle, then he got sick and I took care of him at the end.”
“Sorry about your dad.” He was surprised to hear there was no one else important in her life, though. A beautiful, smart woman and no boyfriend to call? He mentally kicked himself. Why was he even entertaining that thought? The last thing on his radar was a girlfriend. “It’s settled, then. You’re stuck with me, Betsy.”
“Is that right?” She picked a piece of invisible lint off her jacket. “I guess this means I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” he said. And he meant that.
“That’s not the way I see it. I’ll find a way to repay you. I can’t give you some sort of scoop on a story because you always beat me to them already. But I’ll think of something.”
The police officer rose to his feet. “Miss Kramer. Sorry for the delay. I’m ready to take your statement now.”
She took in a sharp breath, and her back stiffened. It was clear she dreaded having to relive everything she’d just been through.
He wanted to wrap an arm around her, to calm her, but instead he pressed his shoulder against hers. “It’s going to be okay.”
The look she gave him was one of utter confusion, like she couldn’t process what he’d just said.
She rose from her chair and walked toward the officer’s desk. Zach stood behind her.
“Have they been able to find the man?” Her hand curled into a fist and her voice faltered.
“We’ve got units patrolling the woods. We’re dusting that house for prints along with the...” the officer cleared his throat “...the items that we found inside.”
Zach had seen the manacles and chains on the floor. At least he’d been able to keep her from being held prisoner.
Images of his own captivity infected his thoughts. After a brutal beating, he was thrown in a small room that smelled like urine. The room had no windows. Though he lived in constant fear, it was only after he was free that he learned the terrorist group had filmed the beheading of two other reporters and that he had been next in line to die.
If it hadn’t been for the dauntless work of his sister, his life could have ended, as well. The reality of how close he’d been to death brought him back to the God he’d loved as a teenager.
The officer looked up at Elizabeth. “Miss Kramer, are you ready to answer the questions?”
Zach watched as Elizabeth swayed backward. Fearing she might faint, he held out his hand to catch her. She righted herself and squared her shoulders.
She touched her fingers to her lips. When she spoke, it was in her reporter’s voice. “Clearly, it was premeditated and personal. The guy acted like I should know who he was.”
She needed to distance herself from the terror of the attack. He understood the coping mechanism.
“Let’s get started with the interview so we can catch this guy.” The officer stared at Zach.
“He has my permission to stay,” said Elizabeth. Warmth filled her eyes when she looked over at him.
Maintaining her reporter persona, she answered the officer’s questions. Zach watched her, her gaze never wavering, her voice like sharpened steel. He didn’t know her whole life’s story, but he admired her inner strength. She wasn’t allowing herself to falter, even if it meant pretending the abduction had happened to someone else.
When the interview was over, Zach turned to her. “I can take you home.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I’d appreciate it. I’m sure Dale took the van back to the news station. I’ll call him and let him know I’m okay when I get home.”
They walked down the long hallway that led to the outside, their shoes tapping on the concrete floor. He held the door open for her.
A male news reporter scurried over to them.
“Oh, great. Neil Thompson, my prime competition,” Elizabeth said under her breath.
Neil shoved the microphone toward Elizabeth. “So, Miss Kramer, you had quite an ordeal tonight.”
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