Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 16

— Eight hours earlier —

My leg bounced up and down under the table, shaking the glass of water above. I stared at an invisible point, while two police officers were analyzing my every move from behind the one-way mirror. I hadn't committed a crime, at least not that I knew of, but my involvement in Jungkook's case warranted different, if not unfair, treatment.

I was anxious to find the right version of my lie to tell them. Obviously, it showed, but if I were accused of anything, I would defend myself by saying I was pressured by the incessant ticking of the clock. Add the fact that it didn't show the right time, and I'd say they were trying to drive me crazy.

"Rose Bennett."

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. The man in front of me grinned before flinging the case file a few inches away from me, without any delicacy that drops of water splashed onto my face.

"It's Sim, actually."

He cocked an eyebrow before looking toward the wall to his left. My answer had elicited such a relatable reaction that he had the audacity to look to his left, where he was seen and heard without any return to gain imaginary approval from his colleagues.

"Since when does the Miss need her husband's family name to get respect?"

He retorted with disdain.

"Sorry, I'd forgotten that my marital situation was the main interest of the machos in your team."

It was true, I was the opponent of this particular police station. As a lawyer, I was very often opposed to them. I defended those they wanted to imprison, sometimes interrupting interrogations to point out procedural flaws, and I was kind of the nerd who would casually cite legal articles just to annoy people.

No, I'm kidding. The only problem was that I was a woman and not the fragile, sensitive one the cops could flirt with.

When they realized that I was beautiful, married and too smart to want to hop on their 'guns', I became their enemy. It suited me. I could be the villain of any story as long as I had a crystal-clear conscience.

"Listen Miss. I don't have time for your victim story. Me and my balls don't care who's the guy who broke into your house."

It had the merit of being honest. I crossed my arms and pushed the chair opposite mine with my foot, inviting him to sit down. He snarled, his hand grabbing the back of the chair and pulling it roughly toward him.

"Now that I'm in the criminal's seat, you'd better behave as if I were the most dangerous."

"Ok. Tell me more about Kook."

"Dead. Big arms. Brunette. Macho, not surprising with colleagues like you."

He straddled the chair, arms resting on the backrest, his green eyes challenging me. It was supposed to be intimidating, but who would be afraid of a man who looked like a wild golden retriever?

"I know you didn't kill him. Girls like you don't know how to take the safety off a gun. On the other hand, I know you were with his cousin the night of the murder, and if he discovered the body, you were with him and ran away."

Knowing was good, but could he prove it?

"Any proof?"

His gaze lingered on the cut-off switch that could silence the cameras and microphones. I caught the little hesitation: Should I do it, or not? in his pistachio irises. My leg moved faster to mimic the movement of a nod. Whatever he wanted to do once we were both limitless, I was curious to find out. Suddenly, before I had time to realize, my eyes came face to face with his belt. He had stood up.