Chapter 11—A startling discovery
"What the hell?" Nick slammed the glove compartment closed. "Hey Cath, could you come here?" Catherine looked up; told one of the other police officers she would be right back.
"Hey Nick what's up?" She brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, and put her hands on her hips.
"You wanna explain this to me?" He opened the glove compartment again, but never taking his eyes off of her.
" Umm, Nick I…I don't know what to say. Uhh I…" Catherine's face was turning red, and her hands began to shake.
"Why are you shaking Catherine?"
"Because I didn't take them. And I...need to."
"Cath why do you need them?" She sighed.
"They're for my…depression and I've been taking them for a while now, and I've become dependent on the, and I was trying to kick the addiction, and I ugh…" She started to cry.
"Its OK don't cry, but why do you have a gun, when you carry one with you anyway, and this one only has on bullet." She began to cry harder.
"OK, OK we'll talk later," He pulled her in for a hug.
"No Nick not at work," the words came out of her mouth, but she kept herself in his embrace.
"Come on Cath, I'll take you home again." He turned them around so her back was to the car, and he set her in. HE called back to Brass to tell him that they were leaving.
"Thanks Nick, I owe you…umm 3"
"Yea well, I'll collect when you're better." He smiled and drove to her house.