My Assistant Cried Rape And Named My Husband — But My Husband Is A Robot Chapter 03
The room went dead silent for half a second.
Diane Whitmore was the first to snap back. She launched off her chair and came at me.
“What the hell are you talking about?! Not a person? What is he, a ghost? Do you think we’re three years old?!”
The detective stood up too, his face iron-black. Clearly, he thought I was mocking law enforcement.
“Vivian! This is a police station, not open-mic night!”
Chloe was full-blown hysterical now.
“Detective, you see her, don’t you?! Her mouth is full of lies!”
Chloe grabbed a ballpoint pen off the table and jammed it against the side of her own neck, right against the carotid—
“Do I have to die before you’ll admit it?!”
Her scream was a pure ragged shriek.
“Is the surveillance fake? Are the injuries on my body fake? Is the DNA inside me fake too?!”
She sobbed at the detective, her eyes flooded with despair and accusation.
“If you don’t lock up that animal, if you don’t punish that accomplice, I’ll die right here in front of you!”
The detective’s face darkened to something like cast iron.
He turned toward me, slowly.
“Vivian, this is my final warning. Refuse to hand over the suspect and you’ll be charged with accessory to a felony and obstruction of justice. Both counts. The consequences are on you. This is your last chance.”
The whole room was in chaos.
The detective seized the moment, wrenched the pen out of Chloe’s hand, and had Officer Bennett escort Diane out.
“Vivian, we’ve given you the chance to explain. Now. Name, address, contact information for this man. All of it. Otherwise, we’re charging you with harboring.”
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Two-seventeen a.m.
“Go to my apartment. He’s inside.”
The detective’s eyes locked in. Then he raised a hand.
“Full gear! SWAT—move out in five!”
The detective had me cuffed for the time being.
When the cold metal bit against my wrists, something twisted in my chest.
Three years ago, I was the one who brought Chloe into Harrison Tech.
When she couldn’t afford downtown rent, I helped her apply for the housing stipend.
When her mother was hospitalized for surgery, I quietly wired her thirty thousand dollars.
I took her from intern to project lead.
Now she couldn’t wait to send me to prison herself.
They loaded me into the back of the squad car.
A dozen minutes later, we pulled up under my building.
More than ten fully armored SWAT officers piled out, surrounding the whole structure.
Chloe cowered behind a couple of officers, extending a shaking finger toward my window.
“Right there. That animal’s still inside.”
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