Mine by Rachael Tamayo

Author:Rachael Tamayo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tangled Tree Publishing

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~Jennifer~

The officer never calls me back. Two days later, when I’m released from the hospital, David picks me up, and I ask him to take me straight to the police station. When we get there, I have to sit down shortly after arriving. David does the dirty work at the reception window, explaining the vague details to the receptionist, who stares back at him with tired, dark-rimmed eyes. I see her mouth moving through the thick window but can’t hear anything. David nods, thanks her, and sits beside me.

“Where is your little girlfriend today?” I ask, knowing full well she most likely didn’t want to hang out at a police station.

“She’s working.”

“What does she do for a living?”

“She works in accounting for a filter company.”

I nod. “Ah. So, what did the receptionist say?”

“She said to have a seat and she would see if someone can help us.”

I nod again, tired. I need to lie down. Recovery will probably take another week or two.

We sit and stare at our phones for about an hour, me playing Candy Crush, him scrolling through ESPN and CNN online. Nothing else is said. Then again, silence is probably best when it comes to David and me.

Eventually, a middle-aged woman in a patrol uniform comes out with a weak smile. I’ve never seen her before, but she heads right toward us since we’re the only two people in the lobby. Her hair is pulled back into an unflatteringly severe bun.

“Mrs. Harcourt? I’m Officer Delacruz. You can follow me to an interview room.” Short, heavyset, and white with auburn hair. She doesn't look Hispanic, as her name would indicate.

Standing up, we follow her through a door and down a hall into a small undecorated room with just a plain table and some chairs.

“Can I get you a water or something?” she offers.

I shake my head, noting that the exertion has me sweating a little.

“So, what can I help you with today?” she asks.

I inhale, exhale, and relay what I know of the accident.

She loses the smile and keeps her eyes on mine, nodding. “Okay, then. I can see why you’re concerned. I spoke to the officer who oversees your investigation. He isn’t here right now, but I can tell you that over the last few days, the investigation has continued. Due to the evidence at the scene, he did ask that I get your statement, but you say you have no memory of the accident due to injury?”

I confirm my memory loss with a nod.

“All right, then. Evidence points to the fact that you didn’t brake at all. He’s wondering if it’s possible that you weren’t able to brake, like maybe the vehicle malfunctioned?”

“But the insurance adjuster mentioned criminal activity.”

“Yes, he is referring to the fact that you had no brakes. It isn’t something that just happens on television, I’m afraid. It’s not very common, but it does occur—”

“You mean someone cutting her brake lines? That’s what you’re talking about.” David speaks for the first time.

I jerk my head in his direction.

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