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Detective Jackson decides now is the time to make her presence known.
“That won’t be happening Ms. Jewel.”
Candace turns abruptly at the new voice in the room.
“Really? And who the hell are you?” Candace turns back to Bette. “Guess you are still whoring that body out.”
Detective Jackson steps forward. “I’m Detective Kate Jackson, and you’re under arrest for the stalking, assault, kidnapping, rape, and attempted murder of Ms. Elizabeth Porter.”
“I’m under arrest? HA! You have no proof; I’ll be out by morning.”
Kate approaches Candace until they’re nose to nose.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that Ms. Jewel. Bette’s home happens to be filled with audio/video, so this whole interaction – your confession – is all recorded. Not to mention, it appears you had a habit of recording every moment of Bette’s day while living in New York; recordings and pictures Bette took with her when she left, and handed over to the DA’s office 3 days ago. So, between the charges here and in New York, I’d say you’re looking at a lot of time.”
As Candace stands stunned, Kate grabs her wrists and turns her around to cuff her – Candace now facing Bette.
“You fucking bitch! This isn’t over; I’m coming for you Bette!”
“Candace Jewel, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can’t afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they’ve been read to you?”
Candace stands – cuffed – glaring at Bette. Kate tightens the cuffs as she yanks her back.
“Do you understand your rights?”
“FUCK! Yes!” Candace screams in pain.
Kate turns to escort Candace out as Tina and Shane enter the room. Tina zones in on Candace. Swiftly, and without hesitation, Tina moves towards Candace and punches her – breaking the already fragile nose. As Candace is bent over in agony, Tina crouches down so she can look in her eyes as she speaks firmly, passionately.
“My beautiful, beloved Bette is smart, and strong, and passionate. She is NOT a whore, or worthless, or useless, and she does NOT belong to you. I am hers and Bette is mine – I would die and kill for her without hesitation – be sure you remember that the next time you want to come for my Bette!” Tina stands and looks at Kate. “Get this bitch out of our fucking house.”