apprehended a suspected drunk driver. He was acting belligerently toward an officer and was subdued at the side of the road. I’m about to administer a Breathalyzer test to ascertain the extent of his sobriety.”
His police jargon was over the top, and she glanced back at Mike, who wriggled uncomfortably in the cuffs.
“Is this about you and me?” she asked pointedly.
“Nope.”
“So this is you being professional?” she asked, keeping her voice low.
“Sure is.” He gave her a slow smile. “What’s the problem?”
“Aren’t you being a little rough with him?” she asked.
Obviously Ben didn’t like Mike, but that was no excuse to abuse his position of authority—and that was exactly what this looked like. He also seemed a little too eager with those cuffs. Was this what happened when rebels chose the law as their cause—common bullying?
“Too rough? No, I don’t think so,” Ben replied, and ambled in Mike’s direction without looking back.
“I’m not drunk,” she heard Mike say. “I’m in a hurry. For crying out loud, Ben.”
Ben didn’t hurry his movements, and after a moment of fiddling, held the plastic straw from the Breathalyzer machine in front of Mike.
“Blow here.”
Mike complied, and there was a moment while Ben looked down at the results. He glanced back at Sofia, disappointment in his expression.
“Not drunk, after all,” Ben said with a sigh.
“Get me out of these cuffs!” Mike snapped. “I’m on the way to the hospital. My wife broke her wrist, and they asked me to meet her there.”
Ben hooked a thumb over his belt and eyed Mike thoughtfully for a moment, then he glanced back in Sofia’s direction.
“Uncuff him,” she said, shaking her head. She knew she didn’t really have a say in this, but she was angry nonetheless. Nothing infuriated her more than men with power who abused their positions—regardless of their reason.
Ben shrugged and pulled out the key to unlock the cuffs. Mike rubbed his wrists and glared in Ben’s direction.
“You’re an idiot, Ben!” Mike said.
“That’s Officer Blake, to you,” Ben said icily. “And I sincerely hope you were miles away when your wife got hurt.”
Ben took a step forward, and Mike’s attitude evaporated. He held up his hands.
“I was,” Mike said. “Just let me go see if she’s okay.”
Obviously there was a history between these two, evident by their mutual dislike, but Ben had the upper hand here. He was in the position of authority, and he was leaning on it. He didn’t seem any different from the Benji Blake she’d fallen in love with all those years ago—ever the rebel.
“Drive to the hospital slowly,” Ben said, his voice low. “I’m watching you.”
After they’d both gotten back into the car, Ben looked over at Sofia, then frowned when he noticed her expression.
“What?” he said.
“What was that?” she demanded. “I get that Mike is a bit of a jerk, but that doesn’t mean you can push him around like that. There are laws against that sort of thing!”
“I have my reasons,” Ben replied, starting the car again. He pulled out behind Mike’s truck, following him down the road in the direction of the hospital.
“Care to share them?” she retorted. “Because that looked like a flagrant abuse of power. I’m frankly rather surprised that you’d do that to a journalist, especially with another journalist present to corroborate the story.”
“Can’t say too much legally,” he replied. “And I can’t take the chance of it going into one of your articles.” He gestured in the direction of her tablet.
She sighed and turned the tablet upside down. If he had a reason, she’d like to hear it. “All right, you have my word that it’s off the record.”
Ben shrugged. “Let’s just say Mike had it coming.”
“So a personal vendetta?” she clarified.
He eyed her for a moment, then put his attention back on to the road. “You don’t think too much of me, do you? No. I’ve personally arrested Mike Layton three times for beating up his wife.”
Sofia froze. She hadn’t seen that coming. Mike didn’t seem like the type—loud, obnoxious and opinionated, yes, but violent? There was a picture of Mike’s wife on his desk at the office, a slender woman with gentle eyes...
“And you thought—” she started.
“I thought that he was drunk,” he replied with a shrug. “If I can stick him in the drunk tank instead of sending him home to Mavis, then I think that’s a job well done. I really hope he was as far away from Mavis as possible when she broke her wrist, but I have to say, I have my doubts about that. Why she stays with him, I’ll never know.”
Sofia sighed and nodded. “I didn’t know that about Mike.”
She understood Ben’s anger and his desire to make Mike uncomfortable, even for a little while, but that didn’t cover everything for her.
“You’re still playing by your own rules,” she said. “You were like this when we were together—always doing everything your own way. Even if it would only hurt you in the end, you had to have it your way.”
Ben glanced at her, then signaled a turn, still following Mike, as promised. “My way is effective.” A twinkle of humor came into his eyes, and she shook her head.
“You cuffed a man without cause. That isn’t even legal.”
“I had cause,” he retorted. “Just not...immediate. You’re thinking of poor, mistreated Mike. What about Mavis? Mavis knows that all she has to do is mention my name, and her husband backs off. That’s something positive, I’d say. And giving women a safe place to go and a number to call when their husbands get abusive is part of what we’re trying to do with this community watch project. It’s about the community looking out for each other and cops being called right away, not when it’s too late. If the women don’t trust us, all the programs in the world aren’t going to make any difference.”
She had to agree with the results, but she wasn’t convinced of his methods.
“You’ve always done things your own way,” she said after a moment. “And while I get it this time, it’ll catch up with you eventually.”
“You think I’m some kind of rogue cop, dealing out my own version of justice?” he asked, humor edging his tone.
“Yes.” She had to admit that was exactly what she thought. He was the same old Benji Blake, except this version had a badge and a gun. As a teen, she’d found it exciting and alluring, but not now as an adult, and certainly not as a mother.
They were nearing the hospital, and Ben gave his siren one whoop of farewell, then eased past Mike’s truck and kept on their way.
“Sofia, you don’t have to worry about me,” Ben said quietly. “I’m a decent guy.”
She was silent, considering. Was he a decent guy, or was he just an older version of the same rebel he’d always been? If it weren’t for her son in the mix, she wouldn’t have cared so much, but Ben’s character would have a huge impact on Jack. Jack would idealize Ben. He’d look up to him. He’d emulate him, and the last thing she needed was a son who turned out exactly like his father.
“Just keep in mind that I’m a journalist first,” she said with a sigh. “I’m here to write articles that can help improve