CHAPTER TWENTY
The police car stopped in front of Ariel’s house, and the police officers rushed out immediately. They had noticed the couple sitting at the feet of the staircase, and their position told them that things were not good at all.
Bryan had regained his consciousness but couldn’t get up without getting sick and dizzy. Seeing that bruises covered both Becka and Bryan, the officers called for an ambulance.
“What happened?” one of them asked Becka. Bryan didn’t seem able to answer any questions yet.
“We were about to get into the house,” Becka pointed to Ariel’s front door. “Max, our friend, went inside first. Ariel followed,” the woman swallowed hard and started massaging her throat. She was trying not to cry, and the effort put pressure on her vocal cords.
“And then?” the of
