Free The Firefighter's Girl by Natasha Knight

his way, feeling reassured by his presence. “I know you’re nervous, but we just have to go through this.”
    Rebecca nodded. “I know. It’s just I never thought I’d be in a mess like this. I should just be at work now. I can’t believe what’s happened to my life.”
    “Focus now, Rebecca,” Sawyer said, squeezing her hand tighter.
    John sat back, waiting.
    “No, Mr. Williamson, I did not know anything about the meth lab. I suspected Jeff and the others might be involved with drugs and the people I saw there were just not… right the few times I went downstairs to give Jeff something. I suspected they might be dealing drugs, but I never thought they were running a meth lab.”
    “Call me John, please.”
    Rebecca nodded and smiled a little. “Ok, thanks.”
    John nodded and made some notes. “Can you tell me your relationship with the others?”
    She went on answering a series of questions until John had the specifics. It was about an hour later that he sat back and looked at her. “I won’t lie to you, Rebecca. These are some pretty serious allegations and the DA who will be prosecuting this case is up for re-election in the coming months. I know that man and,” he shook his head, “I don’t trust him. He’s going to push this, I know that much. He will make an example out of you and the others and show the town how tough on drugs he is.”
    Rebecca’s heart sank and although she wanted to cry, she forced herself to just sit and listen. Sawyer held her hand the entire time, his thumb rubbing against her palm in an attempt to reassure.
    “I’ve worked with DA Parsons before too,” Sawyer said. “He’s a prick.”
    John smiled. “Good news is it’s their word against yours. You were tested for drugs when you were arrested, correct?” he asked, looking through a file.
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    “Report came back clean. I have it here.”
    “I don’t do drugs,” she said. “I never have.” As the words left her mouth, she remembered that one time with Jeff, Shannon, and Andy. But as she opened her mouth to correct her speech, Sawyer spoke.
    “We know that, Rebecca,” Sawyer said.
    She looked at him and closed her mouth again, looking down at her lap.
    “The other defendants’ results were not as good as yours. The girl, Shannon Ellison, she didn’t have much in her system, but Jeff and Andy were pretty high. That will help us at least.”
    “This is Andy and Shannon’s fault, you know,” Rebecca said.
    She felt Sawyer stiffen beside her, his hand stilling around hers. She glanced at him, but had to continue for reasons she herself couldn’t understand.
    “Jeff was looking for work,” she said to the lawyer, all the while fully aware of Sawyer’s eyes on her. “When Andy and Shannon moved here, he just got mixed up in it again.”
    John nodded but didn’t say anything. Instead, he glanced at Sawyer, then closed some files.
    “Where are they? Are they in prison?”
    “Awaiting trial,” John said. “They couldn’t make bail.”
    “You shouldn’t be worried about them now, Rebecca,” Sawyer said. “They’re the main reason you’re in this mess, remember.”
    She turned to him. “I feel bad for Jeff…”
    Sawyer’s expression hardened then and John stood, clearing his throat.
    “I’ll need to do a little bit of work, but I’d like to meet again in a few days’ time,” he said. “Is there anyone I can talk to who can testify for you, Rebecca?”
    “I’ll testify,” Sawyer said.
    “That’s good, we’ll need it. Anyone else? I have at least one witness who places you at the apartment where the lab was.”
    “What? I was only there a few times and never inside!”
    “And Jeff says you authorized him to buy whatever he needed on your credit card.”
    “I don’t believe that! He wouldn’t!” she said, standing herself.
    “Calm down, Rebecca,” Sawyer said, putting a hand on her shoulder, a little pressure making her sit back down.
    “But it’s not