“No,” I breathed out on a wheeze. This the first lie I’d uttered since he came in and his eyes sharpened on my face.

He knew I was lying.

“Clearly, we had someone taking photos of you at that lunch. This did not go well. We know this. You didn’t finish your lunch, Ms. O’Hara. You left early, looking agitated. Hurried. Like you were running away. He tell you something at lunch that would make you wanna run away?”

“I didn’t run away,” I denied. My second lie, I did. “I just didn’t… when he told me that he’d lied about his father and he wanted to reconcile and I knew I didn’t, I didn’t think there was any reason to stay.”

He sat back in his chair and threw out an arm. “Ten years together, he screwed around on you, that’s tough but you married him, spent ten years with him. Time had passed. Time heals wounds. It wasn’t cool he lied about his dad but he went out of his way to get you. You couldn’t shoot the breeze over salads? Talk about old times?”

“Please tell me what’s going on,” I begged softly.

“I’d like to understand why you left your husband and why you left that lunch in such a hurry.”

“I told you and so did the court papers. He cheated on me and I didn’t want to have lunch when I learned the theme,” I reminded him.

He leaned toward me and said softly, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh God.

Something had happened to Damian.

“Something’s happened to Damian,” I whispered, and he smiled.

I didn’t like that smile mainly because it wasn’t the kind of smile you liked.

“Now, why would you think that?”

I threw up my hands and lost a bit more control.

“I don’t know. Because we’re talking about him in an interrogation room in the middle of the night, maybe?”

“You know someone who would want to hurt Damian Heller?” he asked.

“No,” I told him, the truth.

“Sure about that?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“No one?” he pushed.

I shook my head. “No one.”

“Why’d you want a fresh start, Ms. O’Hara?”

“My husband was cheating—”

“Why’d you want a fresh start?”

“Like I said, he was unfaith—”

He banged his hand on the table, so, wound up and freaked out, my body involuntarily jumped in shock at the sudden movement and loud noise and he clipped angrily, “Why’d you want a fresh start?”

“Because he raped me!” I shrieked.

It just came out, those four words. They just came right out of my mouth, even surprising me.

The first time I said them to anyone.

He shot back in his chair blinking and I heard a loud crash outside the room so my head jerked toward the wall.