Bette had been escorted into the integration room ahead of Sergeant Mary-Beth Duffy. The interview had taken an accusatory turn at the mention of Kelly Wentworth.

Sergeant Duffy probed further "Please elaborate on your history and relationship with Kelly Wentworth". 

Bette’s guard went up immediately and she shot the Sergeant a practised glare "What does this have to do with Jenny?" she said, feeling immediate distaste.

The Sergeant’s retort matched Bette’s intensity "Please just answer the question Ms Porter"

"We were room-mates at Yale" Bette replied curtly averting her gaze from the Sergeants.

"Did you have a relationship with her?" the Sergeant was very interested in their history.

Bette responded sharply "A friendship, yes…"

The sergeant Duffy wasn’t going to let this subject drop, she could see how uncomfortable the home owner was becoming with this line of enquiry. "And what is your relationship now?" she continued.

Bette responded matter of factly "We are business partners, we run our museum together"

Sergeant Duffy was far from finished "Anything else you want to tell us" she probed on.

Bette was starting to loose her cool, she could feel her anger rising. "I don’t like what you are insinuating Sergeant, Kelly Wentworth and I are business parters unequivocally and irrevocably". She started to resign herself to the fact that she was going to have to explain, with a sigh she continued "Tina is the love of my life. I would do anything to protect my family."

Feeling the shift in control Sergeant Duffy homed in on the art tycoon’s apparent slip "Anything?" she questioned "Even murder?"

Bette’s anger rose again without warning "Don’t be ridiculous" she near screamed "Even if I was capable of such an act why would I hurt Jenny, what possible motive would I have?" she exclaimed.

The Sergeant seemed pleased that she was getting through to the uncompromising woman sitting across from her.  She calmly reached for a remote control. "We’d like to show you something Ms Porter, please look at the screen".

Bette was utterly dumbfounded by what she saw playing out on the screen in front of her.  How could this be.  It was her. It was Kelly. But it wasn’t what happened. From the angle, from what must’ve been Jenny’s window, it looked very bad, very bad indeed.  She felt an intense wave of nausea rise up  and wanted the ground to open up beneath her. "That is not what it looks like" Bette exclaimed raising a firm hand toward the screen. "Please shut it off" Bette pleaded, her voice catching in her throat.