but I figured it was probably pretty similar to America where lying to the cops was not a good thing .
Why was I lying to protect Jack? Was it because he’d saved me? It had to be that.
“She is telling the truth there,” Anita replied. “You can talk to the staff here. We all dislike John Jr, to put it mildly. And we all know how he treats Julianne. She has no reason to lie for him.”
“Alright, well, thank you for the report. If you wouldn’t mind Ms. Cuthbert, we would like to speak to the other staff about her relationship with Jack.”
“Of course,” Anita replied.
“Umm… can I go to the kitchen to grab dinner? I promise I won’t talk to anyone,” I asked sheepishly.
“That should be fine, miss,” the older policeman replied with a small smile.
“Thanks,” I answered, and made my way towards the kitchen, even though my appetite was gone. I could be in serious trouble if they found out I lied. All for a guy I hated.
Still, I knew I had to eat. I grabbed a meat pie and nuked it, eating it standing up at the counter before putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
By the time I was finished Anita was just letting the detectives out. I waited for her to come back in.
“So, are they still looking for Jack?” I asked.
“No. I think they spoke to enough people here that told them just how much you hate him that they believe you.”
The relief must have been obvious on my face.
“I’m curious, Ms. Reeves. If I may ask, why are you so relieved they believe you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want Jack to go to jail for something he didn’t deserve to go to jail for. Even if I do hate him,” I answered.
“You’re a good girl, you know that, right?” Anita asked, and I smiled.
“Thanks, Anita.”
With that I ran back upstairs, and visited my mom quickly, who was busy in her room with a giant seating plan for the wedding.
An hour or so later I heard the now-familiar roar of the Lamborghini engine pulling up into the driveway before screeching to a stop.
When I heard Jack’s footsteps in our guest room wing of the house, I came out of my room and went into the hallway to see him.
“Hey, have you seen the cops yet?”
Jack looked surprised.
“Cops? No.”
“Good. They came by here earlier looking for you. Apparently Oliver snitched. I told them we went to that bar you took me to at 1:30, after my class, so you couldn’t have beaten Oliver up at 1:40. You took me out to tell me how sorry you were about my mom. Just FYI, in case they come back.”
Jack looked at me with an inscrutable expression. Finally, he spoke.
“I didn’t pick you as someone who would lie to the cops.”
I shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t be. But if I told the truth it was he said/she said, and honestly Oxford is probably looking for any excuse to kick you out now. I kind of figured I owed you one.”
“You did owe me one. Thanks, sis,” he replied with a grin before going into his room.
I turned and went back into my own room, feeling more confused than ever. Jack was so guarded, so shielded, it was like he never wanted to let anybody in. I wondered what he was thinking, then eventually resigned myself to the fact that I would probably never know.
Chapter Eighteen
It wasn’t exactly a surprise, but when I showed up to my next Art History class, Oliver wasn’t there. I had told Annie and Tina everything that had happened in the cafeteria the next day at lunch. They got the truth, I figured neither one of them would betray me and go to the cops. But, I also made them promise they’d never tell anyone.s
“Good to know it was true, that guy was bad news,” Tina quipped, shaking her head.
“Yeah, jeez. That’s scary,” Annie replied. We were both visibly relieved when the next class had started and Oliver hadn’t shown up. Of course now that I’d lied to the police about where I’d been I couldn’t tell them about Oliver’s attack, but a part of me was still worried that Jack was going to get in
Why was I lying to protect Jack? Was it because he’d saved me? It had to be that.
“She is telling the truth there,” Anita replied. “You can talk to the staff here. We all dislike John Jr, to put it mildly. And we all know how he treats Julianne. She has no reason to lie for him.”
“Alright, well, thank you for the report. If you wouldn’t mind Ms. Cuthbert, we would like to speak to the other staff about her relationship with Jack.”
“Of course,” Anita replied.
“Umm… can I go to the kitchen to grab dinner? I promise I won’t talk to anyone,” I asked sheepishly.
“That should be fine, miss,” the older policeman replied with a small smile.
“Thanks,” I answered, and made my way towards the kitchen, even though my appetite was gone. I could be in serious trouble if they found out I lied. All for a guy I hated.
Still, I knew I had to eat. I grabbed a meat pie and nuked it, eating it standing up at the counter before putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
By the time I was finished Anita was just letting the detectives out. I waited for her to come back in.
“So, are they still looking for Jack?” I asked.
“No. I think they spoke to enough people here that told them just how much you hate him that they believe you.”
The relief must have been obvious on my face.
“I’m curious, Ms. Reeves. If I may ask, why are you so relieved they believe you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want Jack to go to jail for something he didn’t deserve to go to jail for. Even if I do hate him,” I answered.
“You’re a good girl, you know that, right?” Anita asked, and I smiled.
“Thanks, Anita.”
With that I ran back upstairs, and visited my mom quickly, who was busy in her room with a giant seating plan for the wedding.
An hour or so later I heard the now-familiar roar of the Lamborghini engine pulling up into the driveway before screeching to a stop.
When I heard Jack’s footsteps in our guest room wing of the house, I came out of my room and went into the hallway to see him.
“Hey, have you seen the cops yet?”
Jack looked surprised.
“Cops? No.”
“Good. They came by here earlier looking for you. Apparently Oliver snitched. I told them we went to that bar you took me to at 1:30, after my class, so you couldn’t have beaten Oliver up at 1:40. You took me out to tell me how sorry you were about my mom. Just FYI, in case they come back.”
Jack looked at me with an inscrutable expression. Finally, he spoke.
“I didn’t pick you as someone who would lie to the cops.”
I shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t be. But if I told the truth it was he said/she said, and honestly Oxford is probably looking for any excuse to kick you out now. I kind of figured I owed you one.”
“You did owe me one. Thanks, sis,” he replied with a grin before going into his room.
I turned and went back into my own room, feeling more confused than ever. Jack was so guarded, so shielded, it was like he never wanted to let anybody in. I wondered what he was thinking, then eventually resigned myself to the fact that I would probably never know.
Chapter Eighteen
It wasn’t exactly a surprise, but when I showed up to my next Art History class, Oliver wasn’t there. I had told Annie and Tina everything that had happened in the cafeteria the next day at lunch. They got the truth, I figured neither one of them would betray me and go to the cops. But, I also made them promise they’d never tell anyone.s
“Good to know it was true, that guy was bad news,” Tina quipped, shaking her head.
“Yeah, jeez. That’s scary,” Annie replied. We were both visibly relieved when the next class had started and Oliver hadn’t shown up. Of course now that I’d lied to the police about where I’d been I couldn’t tell them about Oliver’s attack, but a part of me was still worried that Jack was going to get in
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