Viking Bay by M. A. Lawson

Author:M. A. Lawson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

26 | Kay needed to call the cops but didn’t have her phone with her. She walked to the mouth of the alley—she was limping again; she’d hurt her leg when she’d stomped on the damn guy’s foot—and looked up and down Connecticut. The block was all apartment buildings, but not the type to have doormen sitting in the lobby. Naturally, there wasn’t a pay phone in sight.

Two guys stepped out of one of the buildings and began walking toward her. They were holding hands. She walked toward them, and when she was about twenty yards away, she said, “I need you to call the cops.”

They stopped, and she kept walking toward them. “I need you to call the cops,” she repeated. “A guy just tried to rape me and I shot him.”

One of the men looked down and saw she was holding the .32 in her hand; she’d actually forgotten she was holding it. He took a step backward and half raised his hands in a surrender gesture.

“No, no,” Kay said. “I’m not going to hurt you. Now, please. Call the cops. I’m going to wait for them back by the body.”

The D.C. Metro Police showed up in less than five minutes—about the expected response time when they get a call saying a woman’s walking around with a gun in her hand and had just admitted that she’d killed someone. When they arrived, Kay was standing at the mouth of the alley, and she raised both hands to show she was unarmed. The two cops—one white, one black, both young—exited their patrol car holding guns.

“Where’s your weapon?” one of them said, pointing his gun at her chest.

Kay pointed down at her feet. “Right there.”

“Step away from it. Now,” the cop said.

“Okay, guys, but I’m the victim here. So settle down.”

—

KAY HAD THOUGHT it would be pretty straightforward: She’d show them the bruise on her face where the rapist had hit her, the ski mask lying next to his head, the knife lying on the ground next to his hand, and they’d say, “Thank you, ma’am, for ridding the city of this menace.” She should have known better.

From the cops’ perspective it wasn’t all that clear-cut. How did they know she hadn’t planted the knife? For that matter, how did they know she hadn’t attacked the man and he drew a knife to defend himself? And what was she doing jogging at night, packing a sneaky little .32 in an ankle holster? And how was it that she was able to overcome a man bigger than her, who she claimed had her in a choke hold? It was also pretty amazing how she’d been able to put two bullets into his chest in a circle the size of a fifty-cent piece while scared and scuttling along on her butt, trying to back away from the guy.

They read her the Miranda statement and took her to the station.

At the station they put her into an interrogation room, made her wait for an hour, and then a detective came in and asked her all the questions she’d already been asked.

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