Free SEE HER DIE by Debra Webb Page B

know. Is he the one who tied up Harrison?”
    No matter that she was exhausted, white-hot fury exploded inside her. She clenched her hands into fists and shook with the effort to restrain the outrage when she spoke. “This isn’t going to work, MacBride.” She scarcely recognized the voice as her own. “I didn’t kill him and neither did Boomer. If you have some kind of evidence that leads you to believe I’m guilty, then arrest me. If not, leave me and my assistant alone.”
    She spun away and started forward again. This just kept getting worse and worse. He was like a dog with a bone. He just wouldn’t let it go. All she had to do was reach her truck, climb in, and she was out of there. She would not waste another moment of her time on this man or his silly suppositions.
    “But you can’t prove you actually went home after being stood up at the restaurant.”
    The words were spoken softly, yet there was no denying the determination in his tone. He wasn’t going to stop scratching around until he uncovered everything.
    She hesitated once more and summoned the necessary courage to face him yet again. “That’s right.” She looked straight at him. Between the streetlights and the moon, she could see all she needed to—more than she wanted to. “I don’t have anyone to vouch for my whereabouts. I can’t prove anything. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
    Enough already. If he had evidence he would arrest her. But this intimidation had to stop. She’d had all she could take.
    “I can do that.”
    Startled, she wasn’t sure what to say for a second or two. “You believe me?”
    He laughed, a low, sensual sound that made her want to scream at herself for being such a fool. Why was she always, always attracted to the wrong kind of man?
    “You said I’d have to take your word for it. I can do that if,” he paused, “you’re willing to repeat those words during a polygraph.”
    Fear paralyzed her. She couldn’t take a polygraph. He would have proof of her lies then.
    “Why the hesitation?” He shrugged. “If you’re telling the truth you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.”
    “I thought polygraphs weren’t admissible in court,” she retaliated. Her heart thundered. This was it. She was done. He had her. He would never in a million years believe her story now. She’d lied. He knew it. She was doomed.
    “You say you’re telling the truth. I’m simply offering you an opportunity to prove that assertion.”
    “I’ll... I’ll have to speak to my attorney.”
    He moved closer, one deliberate step at a time until he was back in her personal space. She couldn’t have moved had her life depended on it. The fear had nailed her to the spot. She couldn’t think what to do or to say next.
    “All I want from you, Elizabeth, is the truth. If you’re really innocent as you say you are, then you must know your uncooperative actions are slowing down this case. You’re essentially helping a murderer to continue walking the streets. If you want to clear your name and get this investigation pointed in the right direction, then help me.”
    “I... can’t help you. I don’t know anything.”
    Mac stared down into those frightened amber eyes and it was all he could do not to reach out to her, not to comfort her. She was scared to death, and every instinct urged him to reach out. The feelings were totally unacceptable. He gritted his teeth and got himself back under control. She was a suspect, the primary suspect, in a murder investigation. He needed her cooperation. Losing his focus was not an option.
    “Did you have sex with Harrison that night? Did you go to his place looking for him when he didn’t show up at the restaurant? Did you have a fight? Maybe you didn’t mean to kill him. Maybe it was a game that got out of hand. I know about the kinky sex he enjoyed, the games he played.”
    She shook her head, her whole body primed with the urge to flee. He recognized the posture. But