Invisible

Chapter Twenty-One - Truth

"She what!?" Henry shouted through the phone.

"She's gone, Dad." Jace replied, heading towards the beach. "I'm looking down at the beach. I think she might pay a visit there before she skips town. I'll let you know if I find anything."

"I'll notify backup." Henry replied stiffly.

Jace snapped the phone shut and continued walking. The sun was setting into the bright pink sky. Jace sighed. Somehow, Bree trying to run felt like a personal betrayal to him.

Then he saw her. Standing, facing the water, haloed in a soft golden light by the setting sun. Her long hair blew back behind her in the slight breeze. She looked exactly like a scene from a movie, except better.

"Bree Micheals," Jace spoke, trying to sound detached, "you're under arrest."

Bree spun around in an instant. The stuffed duffel bag fell to the sand with her movement. "What?What the heck are you trying to pull Jace Andrews?" She placed a hand on her hips scowling at him.

"Not a thing. Mind telling me what you've got that bag all packed for? You know it make you look even more guilty, right?"

"Guilty of what? I have free will. I can go anywhere I choose. I haven't done anything wrong."

"Come with me, Bree." Jace reached for her elbow but she dodged his grip.

"No! I have no idea what you're talking about Jace. I did all your stupid tests now leave me alone."

Finally Agent Brimstone walked down the hill and into view, signaling to the other men to stay put. "Ma'am I'm afraid we are going to have to bring you in."

"You're joking, right? At least tell me what for!" Bree was incredulous.

"No, ma'am, I'm not joking. You're under arrest for the attempted murder of the Leader." This time when Jace reached for her elbow Bree allowed him to take it. She followed them soundlessly, eyes wide. She'd never guessed they'd been investigating her, not for attempted murder anyway.

Bree was brought to an interrogation room even shabbier then the last one. Agent Brimstone hand cuffed her left wrist to a large metal loop in the center of the table. Bree just stared at the handcuffs. They actually think I'm some kind of criminal, she thought. 

Henry entered the room as Jace left.  He took the seat next to Agent Brimstone and looked at Bree with a hard stare. "Let's just get to the point here. Did you or did you not lie about the last thing you remember on April fourth?"

Bree's eyebrows pulled together. "I didn't."

"Miss. Micheals it would be best if you told us the truth."

"I am telling the truth."

"Tell me, then, why I have statements here, from both my son and our good doctor, saying that you told them the last thing you remembered before fainting was leaving English on the fourth."

"Because it is the last thing I remember?"

"Tell me why, then, did you report to Agent Brimstone and I that you remember leaving training?" Bree hesitated. "Start talking Miss. Micheal's or you're going down for this all by yourself."

"I didn't do it!" 

 "Because that's a line I haven't heard before."

"It's not a line it's the truth." Bree pleaded with tear-filled eyes. She wondered if they could have been more wrong about her. 

Jace stood outside the one way window watching his father question Bree. It was an acute kind of torture, watching the girl you were falling for get questioned for murder; waiting for her lies fall apart. He had thought back when Bree had first come to the hospital that she was something special, someone that would change their lives, but not like this. He'd been so wrong.