"Oi! What is this?" Cal asked, brandishing a folder as he stomped angrily into her office.

"You tell me."

"Bench warrants, DUIs, police reports. Why didn't you tell me about any of this?"

"It wasn't, and isn't, any of your business. And I would appreciate it if you would give that to me."

Gillian circled her desk as she talked, reaching for the file.

"You know what really interests me, are these police reports in particular." Cal said, laying the documents in question on her desk.

"Apparently the neighbors heard a bit of a skirmish, going on in your home.

More than once actually..."

"It was just a misunderstanding."

"All of them? You see, I highly doubt that..." He said, watching her face carefully.

"Nah, I think that you didn't exactly get along with your husband. In fact, I think that the arguing started to get physical, am I right?"

"Of course not." She denies, trying her hardest to control her expressions.

He steps closer so that their faces are only inches apart.

"I don't believe that either, luv."