Sketchy Behavior by Erynn Mangum

Author:Erynn Mangum [Mangum, Erynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780310408000
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2011-08-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I FOUND IT KIND OF SAD THAT THE POLICE STATION LOOKED so familiar. Same desks, same cubicles. Same feeling of being in an office hawking paper supplies instead of a place dedicated to upholding the law.

Deputy Slalom was waiting for us when we got there. He was wearing his typical outfit of a button-down, long-sleeve shirt and a tie. This time, he was still wearing his jacket.

Must have been a slow day.

“Hi, Kate,” Deputy Slalom said, holding open the door to one of the conference rooms. “Glad you were able to come.”

I’d never heard a policeman excited about a high school student skipping classes, but things have been a little weird lately.

I nodded. “I brought my pencils,” I said, holding up a handful of pencils rubber-banded together. I didn’t bring my sketchpad. I figured surely the police station had paper.

Then again, with all the city and county budget cuts that have been happening constantly, maybe that wasn’t a good assumption.

Deputy Slalom showed me into the conference room and DJ followed me. Detective Masterson went to go check his office.

There was a huge sketchpad set up on an easel in the room, as well as a couple of chairs, two tables, a box of facial tissues, a huge binder, and a water dispenser.

I’d never drawn on an easel before. Miss Yeager didn’t have the money to buy easels for everyone in art class, so we got to draw on the table. And at home, I always drew on my desk.

I’ve heard it’s better for your wrist if you use an easel, but since I’ve never practiced on one, I’m not sure if I could draw as well.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Deputy Slalom said to me. He patted DJ on the shoulder. “And feel free to take a break, if you want. I’m going to hang out in here for a few minutes.”

DJ nodded and looked at me. “You okay?” he asked.

“Go take a break,” I said, filling a paper cup with water. “I’m fine.”

DJ left.

Deputy Slalom nodded to the chair next to the easel. “The witness is on her way in. Let me explain a little about how this works.”

I sat down and took the rubber band off my pencils. Deputy Slalom sat in the chair opposite me.

“We don’t give out the witness’s last name,” he started. “But this woman’s first name is Carol. She was at the parade with her three kids when she saw the shooting.”

“How old is she?” I asked.

“Probably forty. Maybe forty-five. With all these new creams women are putting on their faces, it’s getting harder to tell.” Deputy Slalom nodded to the huge binder. “In that book are nearly a thousand different facial components. Everything from noses, ears, and moles. Our former sketch artist liked to use it to try and draw out the memory from the witness.”

Former sketch artist. I sighed. Poor Larry.

I picked up the heavy binder and flipped through about ten pages of eyebrows before even I was confused at what I was looking at.

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