Faith Alone by Terri Ann Johnson

Author:Terri Ann Johnson [Johnson, Terri Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brown Girls Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The heat of the day seeped into the Fifth District police precinct located in the Northeast quadrant of the city. Two factors led to this place being as crowded as Times Square on New Year’s Eve: it was the first of the month and hot. I’d say it was ‘hotter than July,’ but since it was July 1st, it was clear that the calendar and mother nature were in agreement. Police officers shoved handcuffed men and boys through the hallways, some shirtless, some cursing, some high from who knew what. I knew their mamas hadn’t seen this in their futures when they were bright-eyed, little boys. I rubbed my stomach and whispered, ‘But God.’

I’d told John all of the information that we’d need when we arrived because this dingy, dark and windowless precinct was not what I expected. We didn’t see any signs telling us where to go. John spotted a receptionist and directed me that way. As I walked on his heels, we hurried to inquire where we could find Detective Smith. As John spoke to her, I looked around and couldn’t help but think how this place reminded me of the set of New York Undercover.

With no words being exchanged, John led me down the hallway, to Detective Smith’s office. I was ready to face the man who shot Brian, look him square in the eyes. I knew he wouldn’t be able to see me through the one-way glass, but I wished that he could. I wanted him to see that Brian had a wife, a life, and a future until the day he killed him.

As John raised his hand to knock, the door swung open. Detective Smith was on his way out. “Are you Mrs. Jackson?” he asked extending his hand. I shook it and introduced John, although I wasn’t sure what to introduce him as, so ‘a family friend’ was what I landed on.

“Thank you for coming in,” he said as he gestured for us to sit in the worn seats in front of his desk. “I know this is hard for you and your family,” he said looking between John and me.

He just didn’t know how hard, but I was ready to do it.

First, I wanted details.

John must’ve read my mind.

“Detective Smith, can you provide us with any details on how you found this man?”

Although there were manila folders on his desk labeled with Brian’s name, he didn’t look through them to answer. I wasn’t sure how many cases he was responsible for, but I was happy to see that Brian was more than a name on a folder.

“Cameras are everywhere. When the gun went off,” he began, looking at me to see if I’d react. I didn’t. He continued. “It caused the cameras on the light poles to begin taking pictures. That’s the latest technology.”

Detective Smith leaned back in his chair before continuing. “The woman he was with wasn’t much help. She told us his name, which we got when we ran the fingerprints from a cigarette lighter that he apparently dropped at the scene.

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