Drake
looked anything but happy to be in the interrogation room.
“You have no right to keep me here,”
he told Beckett angrily.
“Mr. Lovett, I could have you behind
bars so fast it would make your head spin. You lied to a detective in the
course of a criminal investigation.”
“Claire must have gotten the times
wrong.”
“She was spot on according to
records from the taxi company. So let’s try this again. Where were you the
night of Elizabeth Nunez’s murder?”
“Where I told you.”
“Then you wouldn’t have lied. Where
else did you go that night? Or would you rather I charge you with obstruction?”
“Alright, fine, if it will get you
and Rachel off me back I’ll tell you,” Drake said, completely fed up. “I was
with Elizabeth for a while, but not near the time she was killed. It was right
after rehearsal.”
“What were you meeting her for?”
“None of your business.”
Beckett pulled out autopsy photos of
Elizabeth’s body and spread them out on the table. “Shortly after your little
rendezvous somebody did this to Elizabeth, and I’m not entirely convinced it
wasn’t you. Why you met up with her and what you discussed became my business
the moment she became the victim of a homicide.”
“She’d been two-timing me, alright?
I’d known about it for a while, and we broke up when I confronted her about it.
I admit, I’d cheated on her too, but I couldn’t take that she was seeing
somebody else when she was supposed to be with me. But I wanted her back. The
night she was killed, I talked to her about us trying one more time to make
things work. She agreed to leave the guy; I agreed I wouldn’t go behind her
back again. I left her around 7:20 and she was alive and well. That’s the last
I saw of her. I went straight to the restaurant after that.”
“Why did you lie to us, Drake?”
“I panicked, okay? My girlfriend was
dead and I was…uncomfortable with my relationship status being dragged into
this. It was my private life and complete strangers have no right to pry into
it. My private life is my private life, it’s not anybody’s concern. Besides, if
the girlfriend’s cheating and the boyfriend knows it, the boyfriend becomes
prime suspect because he has motive. I didn’t want the police to know I had
motive because I didn’t want to be suspected of a crime I didn’t commit.”
Beckett looked at Castle. He nodded
at her. The detective turned back to her suspect. “Who was Elizabeth seeing?”
“I don’t know. She never told me. I
just knew she was with another guy because of how she acted; I never really
cared to know who it was. The point was she was cheating on me.”
Beckett thought for a moment. “We’re
done for now.”
Drake stood up. “Does that mean I
can go now?” he asked eagerly.
“You have an alibi after you left
your date?”
“No, but I told you everything I
know.”
“Don’t
leave town,” Beckett told him, walking out of the room.
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