Brett nodded in a daze. He knew in his heart that this was going to be more than just a few questions. A few minutes later, the deputy joined them in the car. He and Sheriff Bernard had a conversation that Brett couldn't hear. Bernard turned in his seat. “I'm sorry, Brett. We are going to have to arrest you.”
Brett was almost physically sick as he was read his Miranda rights and handcuffed. He was grateful that Jen had taken Batman in so he wouldn't see it. In his entire life, he had never even received a parking ticket, and now he was being hauled to jail in the back seat of a sheriff's car! He had no idea what they could possibly think he had to do with Sheryl's death.