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Forty-nine

I felt like I was moving through a fog as I navigated my way to the police station. The city lights cast an eerie glow on the streets, but my focus was on the dread that had settled in my chest. The unexpected knock at the door, followed by the arrival of the police and the news of Colby's arrest, had left me reeling. My thoughts were a jumble of confusion and fear as I drove, each red light and turn feeling like an obstacle I had to overcome.

The police station was a stark, imposing structure that seemed to absorb the light around it. I parked and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. As I walked through the heavy doors, the hustle and bustle of the station hit me. Officers moved with purpose, their conversations creating a low hum of activity. I approached the front desk, where a young officer looked up from her paperwork.

"I'm here to see Colby Brock," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm me. "He was just brought in."

The officer glanced at me, her expression unreadable. "He's in the processing area. I'll notify them you're here. Please, have a seat."

I sank into one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting area, feeling the oppressive atmosphere of the room weigh on me. The space was stark and uninviting, filled with the harsh glare of fluorescent lights and the uncomfortable silence punctuated only by the occasional murmur of voices.

Time dragged on as I waited, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity. Finally, an officer came out and motioned for me to follow him. I stood, my legs feeling like lead, and trailed behind him down a long, dimly lit corridor. The walls seemed to close in, filled with notices and posters that blurred together.

We reached a small, sterile room with a table and two chairs. The officer opened the door and gestured for me to enter. Colby was already seated at the table, his face a mix of exhaustion and concern. When he saw me, a flicker of relief crossed his features.

"Blair," he said, his voice hoarse and laden with a mix of frustration and fatigue. "I didn't expect you to come."

I took a seat across from him, forcing a comforting smile despite the storm of emotions inside me. "Of course I'm here. I couldn't leave you alone in this. What happened?"

Colby sighed heavily, rubbing his face with his hands. "Brennen Taylor filed a report. He's saying I assaulted him. They showed up at the house and arrested me. I didn't even know what was happening until they put me in the squad car."

My heart sank. Brennen? I tried to piece together the situation. "Did he give any details about the assault? Why would he say something like this?"

Colby shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't had a chance to talk to him or get any details. All they told me was that there was a warrant for my arrest based on his report."

Before I could respond, the door opened again, and a detective walked in. He was a middle-aged man with a serious expression and a notepad in hand. He gave a curt nod as he took a seat.

"Miss Blair, Mr. Brock," the detective said, glancing between us. "I'm Detective Harris. I'll be handling this case."

"Detective Harris," I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. "Can you tell us why Colby was arrested? What exactly is going on?"

Detective Harris flipped through his notes before meeting my gaze. "Mr. Brock is being accused of assault based on a report filed by Brennen Taylor. The details are still being processed, but we need to get Mr. Brock's side of the story and gather more evidence."

At the mention of evidence, a sudden thought struck me. I leaned forward, trying to keep my voice calm but urgent. "Detective, I might have something that could help. I have video footage from that night."

Detective Harris's eyes narrowed with interest. "Video footage?"

"Yes," I said, nodding quickly. "I was filming a vlog when the incident happened. The camera was rolling, and it might have caught everything that occurred."

Colby's eyes widened with hope. "Blair, do you really think it could help?"

"I'm not sure, but it's worth a shot," I said, turning back to Detective Harris. "The footage is on my camera. It shows what happened right before and after Brennen's accusations. If you review it, it might clear things up."

Detective Harris took a keen interest. "Where is this footage?"

"It's on my camera, in my bag," I said, pointing to the bag I had brought with me. "I can show it to you right now."

The detective's expression softened slightly, as if a glimmer of hope had appeared in an otherwise bleak situation. "Alright, let's take a look."

I retrieved my camera from my bag and handed it to Detective Harris. He took it, his fingers brushing mine for a moment as he inspected the device. "We'll review this footage and see what it shows. Thank you for bringing this to our attention."

As Detective Harris left the room with my camera, I turned to Colby, who was staring at me with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Blair. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I reached across the table and squeezed his hand, my heart heavy with concern but also buoyed by the hope that the footage could make a difference. "We'll get through this, Colby. We have to. Just hang in there a little longer."

The minutes stretched out as we waited for Detective Harris to return with news. The silence was thick with tension, each second feeling like an eternity. I clung to the hope that the footage would clear Colby's name and that we could put this nightmare behind us.

When Detective Harris finally returned, his expression was guarded but less stern. "We've reviewed the footage, and it's certainly useful. It shows some key moments of the evening, and we'll need to investigate further. However, this should give us a clearer picture of what actually happened."

Colby stood, his face a mix of hope and exhaustion. "Thank you, Detective."

As we left the station, the cool night air felt oddly refreshing. The uncertainty still loomed, but the knowledge that we had evidence on our side provided a glimmer of hope. With Colby by my side, I felt a renewed sense of determination. We would face whatever came next together, and that was a promise I intended to keep.