Mr Beazell sighed deeply. "Not that I'm doubting you, but we need every bit of information we can get in order to get you out of here."
Mrs Beazell was still as stubborn as a mule, and the next minute she directly snapped, "I don't care what you have to do to get me out of here. But I can't own up to something I didn't do."
"Moreover, I can't stand those police officers," she snorted as if they were less human than she was.
Mr Beazell's face hardened, "Did they do anything to you?" He turned her around to check her body for any signs of injury.
"They wouldn't dare," sneered Mrs Beazell as if she was there for any other business than facing punishment for her crime. "I just don't want to see their nauseating faces."
"You have to be patient, my dear," coaxed her husband. "We are working on getting you bail."
"But dad…," Linda began,