So this is the way it was, then. She wasn't going to tell him.
Dammit.
For a moment he doubted himself. Was it true? Were they right about her? About him? He could feel the bile rising in his throat. No. Not her. Never her. So why? What was she afraid of? Why was she holding back?
He turned back to her, his lip in an angry curl.
"Why did you lie to me?"
His words lashed against the hard grey walls of the interrogation room, telegraphing the threat of what his hands would do if she failed to answer. It was only a matter of time before he got the truth, and they both knew it. She was quivering, cowering, reduced to tears. Like so many suspects before. Usually he was proud of his abilities. Not happy with them, necessarily. Although sometimes, with some suspects, he had to admit in the darkest part of himself that he truly enjoyed this part of his job. But not today. Seeing her afraid of him was almost more than he could bear. He had to do it. He couldn't show any mercy. He knew they were watching.
"Because I thought you'd think less of me." Audrey looked at him, imploring him to believe her. He was confused.
"You thought I'd think less of you for sleeping with someone when you thought I was dead?" It didn't sound plausible, even to him. Sht. Come on, Audrey. You'll have to do better than that. He thought about what was waiting for her if he failed.
She looked at him, eyes brimming. "No, Jack. I thought you'd think less of me for sleeping with someone who turned out to be a traitor."
He looked at her, trying not to show how much her words hurt him. Trying not to let them see his heart breaking.
Oh, Audrey. Sweetheart. Don't you know me at all? How could you think that I would not be able to understand that?
