Colton's Spring

Chapter 8

Spring was exhausted by the time the two officers were done their questioning. She had been able to see them trying to poke holes in the story, but she and Colton had held firm. He was willing to forfeit his bail which just irritated Spring to no end. This self-flagellation had to end as it wasn't doing any of them any good.

There were lines of fatigue and pain etched on Colton's face and she was angry the two police officers hadn't shown more compassion. Was this what Colton was like when he was interrogating suspects? Spring didn't like it. There had been no professional courtesy extended which had only served to stoke her irritation.

Still, it was over now.

"We should get going," Colton said. "Except you still don't have a coat."

"I'll survive," she said petulantly. "And besides, you don't have a coat either."

"He does now," a voice said. The curtain was pulled back and Seth and Dorrie appeared. He handed Colton his coat. "Retrieved it for you. There are a few tears and I know it's your favourite-"

Colton waved him off, then promptly handed Spring the jacket.

She merely rolled her eyes.

"You need a jacket," Seth asked her.

"No," she said firmly. "It's not that far to my place and I'll survive."

"You're still in shock," Colton argued.

Spring felt incredulous. "I am not," she argued. "Now you're just being ridiculous. Look, I'm going to call a cab. I'll retrieve my coat and car from the office. There's an end to it."

"Not so fast," Dorrie said. "Because you're going to want to hear what Sophie found when she did a quick sweep of the house."

That had Spring's attention. She looked back and forth between the two cops.

"A suicide note," Seth said. "You're not going to believe what she said. Well, maybe you will." He turned to Colton. "She said she made the whole thing up. Basically, she absolved you of everything."

Spring felt a surge of excitement and looked over at Colton who was clearly not enjoying her enthusiasm. "What's wrong? This is really good news."

"They're going to say I coerced her," Colton said.

Spring leapt from her chair and rounded on him. "You're always looking for the bad in this situation. There won't be any proof you coerced her because you didn't."

"How do you know I didn't," Colton asked.

Spring threw her arms in the air. "Back to the answering the question with a question." She glanced over at the cops. "Tell him he's being ridiculous."

Neither did. In fact, neither looked happy.

"What is it," Spring asked.

"Belinda is in a coma," Dorrie said. "If she wakes up and talks to the Abbotsford cops, that's one thing. If she doesn't wake up then there will still be questions surrounding the note."

"And they'll have to compare handwriting," Seth said, "although that's just a formality."

"Why would they need to do that," Spring asked, completely baffled.