Kill Her Twice by G A Pickstock

Author:G A Pickstock [Pickstock, G A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780995837997
Published: 2020-04-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Frieda’s words resounded in Emily’s mind. “Anyone who crossed paths with Kallita, or anyone connected with her, paid dearly for it.” Repeating itself over and over again, like an ear worm. An incessant tune that played on and on regardless of how hard she tried to change the record. She stood in abject silence as Constable Stroud processed her into the holding area of the police detachment. She kept waiting for the bad dream to end. To wake up and find herself at home snuggled into her duvet and fresh cotton sheets. Frieda’s not dead. It is all a dream and I’m not here being fingerprinted. Looking down at the black ink on her hands as she wiped with the towelette Jen had handed her made it real. There was no dream, no duvet, no sheets and Frieda was indeed dead. And I’m actually being arrested.

“Tell me again. Why are you arresting me?”

“I am arresting you for interfering in an ongoing investigation.”

“What investigation? Frieda? Frieda’s death? You can’t be serious?”

“No, Miss James. I believe the charge is related to the Kallita Prewitt case.”

“But—that’s a dead case, and all I did was report the purse that I found. How could it be an active case? You guys weren’t even looking into it until I brought the purse in.”

Jen took Emily’s arm and directed her toward the holding cell.

“I suggest you call a lawyer, Miss James. You may have one phone call now. Make it count; you won’t get another until after you see the judge.” She stopped at small metal desk standing in a corner by the grey steel door leading to the cells. A solitary black phone sat on top. A list of phone numbers was taped to the surface of the desk next to the phone.

“There’s about a dozen numbers there of local attorneys or you can use the 800 number at the top of the list. If your lawyer’s number isn’t on the list, then I recommend the toll free. They will, at least, send someone within the hour.”

Emily reached for the phone, trying desperately to remember Colm’s number. She had committed it to memory the moment he gave it to her, but the stress of this situation would not allow her to recall it and Frieda’s admonition would not go away. She sensed Jen was becoming impatient. It was no use. She had to ask.

“Constable, please give me a break. I’ve done nothing wrong. If you have to do this, please, at least give me Colm’s phone number. He’s the only one I trust right now.”

“Calling Colm won’t do you any good. He’s on suspension. He can’t even come in here without his union rep. So I can give you his number, but he won’t be able to help. Besides, Clifford’s the one who made the charges. He’s not going to listen to Colm. You’re better off with a lawyer.”

It was a punch to the stomach. Jen’s words knocked the wind out of her. Emily’s legs buckled and Jen had to catch her before she crashed to the floor.

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