“Maybe I wasn’t. I don’t keep track. I go out sometimes.”
“Where do you go?”
“I go driving around. I like to get out of town. I hate this town. I wish I could live someplace else.”
Bill spat his next question in Vaughn’s face.
“And where were you driving around last Thursday?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know if I was driving around that night.”
“You’re lying,” Bill shouted. “You were driving around Westree, weren’t you? You found a nice lady there, didn’t you?”
Riley shot out of her seat. Bill was clearly out of control now. She had to stop him.
“Bill,” she said quietly, grabbing him by the shoulder.
Bill shoved away her hand. He pushed Vaughn over in the chair. Already on the verge of breaking, the chair fell to pieces. Vaughn was sprawled on the floor for a moment. Then Bill grabbed him by the undershirt and hauled him across the room, pushing him back first against the wall.
“Bill, stop it,” Riley shouted.
Bill was pressing Vaughn against the wall. Riley was afraid he might pull his gun at any second.
“Prove it!” Bill snarled.
Riley managed to get between Bill and Vaughn. She pushed Bill back forcefully.
“That’s enough!” she snapped loudly. “We’re leaving!”
Bill was staring at her, his eyes wild with rage.
Riley turned to Vaughn and said, “I’m sorry. My partner’s sorry. We’ll go now.”
Without waiting for Vaughn to say anything, Riley shoved Bill toward the front door, then out onto the porch.
“What the hell’s the matter with you?” she hissed at him.
“What’s the matter with you? Let me back in there. We’ve got him. I know we’ve got him. We’ll make him show us his driver’s license, find out what his middle name is.”
“No,” Riley said. “We’re not going to make him do anything. Jesus, Bill, you could lose your badge for acting like that. You know better.”
Bill looked like he couldn’t believe his ears. “Why?” he demanded. “We’ve got him. We could get a confession.”
Riley felt like shaking him.
“We don’t know that. Maybe he is our guy, but I don’t think so.”