“You’re out for now, but they’re going to be watching you,” Meredith was saying.
“Am I still charged?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I spoke with the prosecutor’s office and they aren’t going to press charges. They know they’d never get them to stick. It took a little massaging, but it’s done. However, if you go after that guy again, you’re going to be slapped with everything they can throw at you.”
He nodded his head. “I understand, but if he comes after her again, I’m not going to stand back and let him hit her.”
“Call the cops and keep the dispatcher on the phone to document everything.”
“Okay.”
Meredith turned to look back at Katherine. “Give her my card. This one is on me,” she muttered.
“What?”
“She needs to divorce that piece of shit.”
Ben grinned. “I agree. Thanks Meredith.”
“I’ll let you have your reunion. If you need anything, give me a call. I had no idea you were going to eat into that retainer so quickly. You have just been moved to the top of my client list,” she said with a smile.
“Next time, don’t leave me sitting in jail so damn long,” he growled, dead serious.
She shrugged a shoulder. “The wheels of justice are not fast.”
“I’ll pay you double to grease them.”
“Understood. Take care of yourself,” she said, and walked out of the station.
Rachel threw herself at him, hugging him tight. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
“She’s worried sick about you,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
She hugged him again before stepping back. “Your car’s waiting. Go home. Shower, eat and spend some time with her.”
He chuckled. “My plans exactly.”
“Seriously, shower first, because you stink.”
He laughed. “You should have smelled the other guys.”
“No thanks. Take care. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, turned and waved goodbye to Katherine before walking out.
He stood where he was, looking at Katherine, waiting for her to approach him. She stood staring at him, tears in her eyes.
“Katherine,” he said her name.
She walked to him. He opened his arms and she stepped into them. Her arms going around him and squeezing him tight.
“I’m sorry,” she said, so much emotion in her voice he nearly burst into tears himself.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.
“Please,” she groaned.