Excerpt
Still sitting in the police station at the four-desk office all alone, Juliette kept pushing the pen across the lined page of the yellow pad. She looked at her watch, noticing she had been writing steadily for a little more than an hour. With ten pages folded over and beneath the pad, she hadn’t realized it would be such a lengthy writing project. Nevertheless, careful not to leave out any detail that might be important she was doing her best to be as thorough as she could be. Only about half way through, she realized much of what she wrote was a biography of self in conjunction with her relation to Russell.

Another hour passed and Juliette was deep in thought with the idea she was busy transferring to the yellow pad when a noise up the hallway toward the front desk aroused her attention. She glanced out through the waist-to-ceiling glass-enclosed office to see Detective Walker with three policemen coming through the door. A man in handcuffs was flanked by Detective Walker and one of the policemen, the other two bringing up the rear.

Juliette jumped to her feet and stepped out into the hallway for a better view. She stood stiffly, barely breathing as she watched Russell being guided down the hall toward where she stood.

“Go back into the office,” Detective Walker called to her, causing Russell to snap his head up. His eyes locked on Juliette’s face and hot anger rose to his face and colored his cheeks.

Juliette couldn’t move. Walker and his group stopped, waiting for her to comply with his order to return to the office.

“You low-life bitch. You did this to me. You’ll pay, too. You’ll pay if it’s the last thing I ever do,” Russell cursed.

So much had been bottled up in Juliette for so long she couldn’t stop what happened next. It just all came pouring out.

“You sorry bastard, I scrubbed floors and cleaned toilets for years to pay your way through law school, put a roof over your head and food in your mouth. You repaid me by fraudulently getting me to sign a quit-claim deed to my house. Then you locked me out on the street with no money and no place to go. I hope they burn your ass and you rot in hell, and I’m going to help them do it if I can.”

Russell took a step toward her, cursing out some obscenity, but the policeman tightened his grip on Russell’s arm and told him to shut up.

Walker stepped up to Juliette, took her elbow and guided her back into the office. He went out and closed the door, but Juliette kept staring through the glass until they moved on past with Russell toward an interrogation room.

Not until he was out of view did it come to her that he was really going to get what he had coming for the hell he had put her through.