When She Remembers by Hope Jones

Author:Hope Jones [Jones, Hope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

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HENLEY AND I WERE sitting in the busy police station at Roger’s desk, waiting for him to come back.

He had stepped away to take a phone call that we were hoping was the forensic department with a match on the fingerprints they lifted.

Fortunately, they were able to get two complete fingerprints, and we only had to wait on the forensic department to do their job and give us the name they matched.

Unfortunately, the forensic department could take a couple of weeks to get back to us, but Roger assured us it was top priority considering the danger.

After everything that happened with Henley last night, she hadn’t connected the dots by herself that the person who broke into our home and vandalized it was more than likely the same person who hit her. Roger was confident that they were one and the same, and I was inclined to agree with him considering the nasty message written on the wall in red spray paint.

Henley had already given her statement about what she remembered the night of her hit and run, and Roger was more than happy that she was able to remember.

Henley apologized several times, saying she was sorry she couldn’t remember any more than she did. Roger swore that the little she did remember was enough. It confirmed that they were looking for a woman, which narrowed the search considerably. He told Henley he was asking a sketch artist to come in, even if the picture of the woman was fuzzy in her mind, sketch artists were very good at their job.

Roger came back a few minutes later, stating his phone call wasn’t the forensic department, but it shouldn’t be too much longer before they had news.

We left the station a while later, feeling much better since Henley was able to work with the sketch artist and get a pretty decent picture of whoever hit her.

It was a brown-haired woman with striking blue eyes. Her features were delicate, but her nose looked like it had been broken once, if the bump on the bridge was any indication.

We rode back to the hotel, hand in hand, stopping to get food along the way. For the rest of the afternoon and evening, we stayed in bed, munched on snacks Henley insisted we needed, and watched movies on the crappy hotel TV.

Considering the night before, I’d venture out and say we had an amazing day.

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