Consequences

stealing his car? That didn’t seem like Tony. He wouldn’t want the public scandal.
    Claire unlocked the door and swung her legs out. Officer Friendly roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled, handcuffing her wrists behind her back. It made her shoulders and wrists ache. “What are you doing? Why are you doing this? I didn’t steal this car, it belongs to my husband. I have every right to drive it!”
    “Ma’am, I have orders to take you into the station for questioning.” He walked her to his car, steering her with her hands.
    “What about my husband’s car? He will be very upset if anything happens to his car.” Claire’s voice sounded as desperate as she felt.
    “Another officer is on her way, she’ll drive your car to the station. It will be kept in impound until it is picked up or you are released.” He kept listening to his shoulder. “The other officer will be here in a few minutes.”
    “We better not leave until she gets here. I’m serious about my husband. He can become very upset. You don’t want to be the person he gets hold of if anything happens to his car.” She didn’t want to be that person either. Sitting in the backseat of the patrol car, she heard the door slam and felt the sensation of a balloon that popped. Freedom was sweet and gone.
    When they pulled up to Illinois State Police Station 56, she watched the Mercedes drive around the building. Worrying about the car was silly. But she didn’t want to give Tony more ammunition for his punishment. The officer directed her into the station.
    Multiple uniformed and plain-clothed officers met them at the door. She was then directed to a dingy room. The smell of stale coffee and perspiration filled her senses. The only furniture was a steel gray table with two metal chairs. Claire sat in one of the cold chairs as the officer removed the cuffs. Rubbing her wrists, she looked at him and sounded convincingly resilient. “Sir, I am Mrs. Anthony Rawlings. I am sure you have heard of my husband or at least had contact with one of his companies. I recommend you release me right now and I won’t tell him about this incident.”
    He didn’t respond and left her alone where she waited. Feeling the twisting within her stomach she knew what was coming. Tony was probably on his way. Flying would get him there in less than an hour. The next time the door opened she would see his dark eyes. The only sound within the small room was that familiar pounding within her head. As she waited she resolved herself to the consequences she would face at home. She broke the most important rule, many times, and now it was public. There was no way that this wouldn’t be on the news. She waited. The door opened. A female officer entered. “Mrs. Rawlings, would you like a drink, water or diet soda?”
    “Thank you, I would like some water.” Then she waited some more. The next time the door opened she looked toward the table. Enough time had passed, this had to be Tony.
    “Mrs. Rawlings, I am Sergeant Miles and this,” pointing to the man on his left, “is FBI Agent Ferguson.”
    “Hello. I am confused, why is an FBI agent here?”
    “We would like to ask you some questions about today.” Claire nodded. “Ma’am, you must speak. Our conversation is recorded and movements can’t be heard on an audiotape.” Claire hated recordings, audio or visual.
    “Yes, please go ahead and ask me anything. I was just driving my husband’s car and forgot my driver’s license.”
    “Ma’am, what time did you leave your residence outside of Iowa City?” Agent Ferguson asked as Sergeant Miles took notes.
    Claire wondered if the audio recording wasn’t thorough enough. “I left at eleven fifteen AM.” That was easy, she’d looked at the dashboard clock.
    “Did you see your husband before you left?”
    “Do you mean did I ask my husband if I could leave? No.”
    “No, ma’am, I meant what I said. Did you see your husband before you left your residence?”
    “Yes, I saw him just before eleven. He was in his office about to start a web conference.”
    “A web conference?” Sargent Miles asked.
    “It is a conference that is live on the Internet, you know, on the ‘web.’” The officers continued to ask questions about times and people. Claire told them the house staff was all present, except for their driver, Eric. He left before her, going to Mr. Rawlings’s office to retrieve some paperwork for her husband. Had Claire told anyone she was leaving the