car. âIf you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of lawâ¦.â she said, then finished reading him his rights. She closed the door and looked at the prisoner sitting in a second cruiser. âDid you read your party his rights?â she asked Nick.
âDone. Unless you object, Iâd like to send him ahead to the jail, put some space between these two so they canât collaborate on any details.â
Officer Roberts jotted notes on a small pad. âFine. We shouldnât be too long here, should we?â
âA tow truck has already been called to deliver the Chevelle to the police lot for investigation,â Nick confirmed. âThe officer who responded at the bank will meet us at the jail to help with questioning. The shift supervisor is contacting the Nebraska department to let them know we have their suspects.â
âSo we need to finish writing up our reports before they can be extradited to Omaha on their warrants.â
âThatâs right. Howâs your report writing?â he asked.
âTheyâre done differently than Iâm used to, but I think Iâm catching on.â She looked up and smiled.
After the scene was cleaned up, they transported the prisoner to the jail and waited while the guards searched him and offered first aid. Since both suspects lawyered up, Nick and Sarah had to wait for legal counsel to arrive before they could question them.
âGood job out there, Officer Roberts,â Nick said as they left the jail afterward.
âThanks,â she said, wondering if he was always so formal. She wanted to tell him to call her Sarah, but since he was her field training officer, she opted against saying anything. âI think it went amazingly well, considering no innocent victims were hurt and not one vehicle suffered any damage. Iâm sure you have a few suggestions of how I could have handled it betterâ¦.â
âI said you did a good job,â Nick stated quietly.
She felt her heart beat a little faster when the corner of his mouth twitched. Sarah didnât dare let his compliment go to her head. Evaluation of a call was part of the job. She didnât need his approval. Or so she tried to convince herself.
A second later, he smiled. âDo you want to grab a soda on the way out, to celebrate?â
âCelebrate what? An arrest? Thanks, but I donât drink soda on duty.â
âCoffee? Water? The machines have it all. My treat.â
She finally gave in and turned down the hallway toward the lobby. âI need to call my sister real quick.
If you insist on buying, Iâll take a water.â
She found a quiet corner and dialed her cell phone. âHi, Beth. Howâre you doing?â
âFine, until you called to remind me I shouldnât be,â her baby sister mumbled. âI donât want to talk now.â
Sarah paced the floor, knowing sheâd feel much better if she was at home with her sister instead of counting on a bunch of uninformed friends to watch out for her. âAre your girlfriends there?â
âYes. Weâre watching a movie and having pizza.â
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. âYou didnât let some pizza joint deliver to the house, did you? Did you even tell your friends what happened? Did you tell Steve yet?â
âI donât want to. I want to forget it,â her sister said vehemently.
âThatâs not going to make it go away,â Sarah warned in a hushed tone.
The line went dead as Beth hung up.
She felt a cold chill as a shadow made the corner go dark. âYou okay?â
Sarah spun around, realizing Nick had returned with her bottle of water, and one for himself. âYeah, you ready to go?â She hoped he didnât push for more information, because tonight, she didnât think she could stay quiet. She didnât want to be here at all,