Eric, it’s probably best to allow Officer Underwood to take you down to the station under the circumstances.

Yes, Bette was absolutely sure that this Eric was an odd one. Something about him unnerved her. She had not yet figured it out, but that didn’t make it any less true. Her mind began a mental inventory of the behavior that she had witnessed from Mr. Eric McBride since her arrival at the house. He seemed all over the place. His emotions fluctuated wildly from desperate sobs to a calm and controlled demeanor. Just then she was jolted back to the present moment by the sound of his voice.

Officer, uuhhh

Porter, Officer Bette Porter.

Well Officer Porter what about you? Will you be at the station when I get there?

Bette’s instincts told her that he was flirting. And she thought to herself, if he only knew that he didn’t have a chance. I haven’t been with a man in over 10 years and I don’t plan on starting now. Bette Porter was a woman lover. She swore by them and the more the merrier that’s what she always said. Bette felt like a woman could cure just about any ailment that she had. If she was depressed, a cute little red head would do. If she was angry, a blonde would always do the trick of calming her down and releasing the tension. Brunettes, well they were good for just about anything. Yeah, Bette knew her way around a woman and no matter what bothered her; a woman would always be the best therapy. As she reminded herself that she was not alone, Bette was able to pull herself out of fanatasyland and re-focus on the task at hand; getting Eric McBride down to the police station. She looked up to find Eric and Officer Underwood staring at her with bewildered expressions. She looked at each of them blankly and cleared her throat preparing to speak.

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she looked at Mr. McBride. The normally calm, cool and collected officer struggled to keep the suspicion out of her voice and said ‘yes, Eric, I will be at the station when you get there.’