Gray Widow Trilogy 1: Gray Widow's Walk by Dan Jolley

Author:Dan Jolley [Jolley, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction | Superheroes | Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9781941706398
Amazon: 1941706398
Barnesnoble: 1941706398
Publisher: Seventh Star Press
Published: 2016-04-18T17:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Janey walked into the police precinct on Spring Street that afternoon, asked a few questions, and was directed to Detective Chester Kraitz. The policeman waved Janey to a battered gray metal desk and said, “Have a seat while I get the right papers.” Janey took the nicked and scarred wooden chair in front of the desk and sat, glancing around. Her chest and side hurt unmercifully, and deep breaths hurt even worse. She let her eyes unfocus briefly.

Z, Y, X, W...

Soon her breathing eased.

Kraitz was a stocky, barrel-chested man in his thirties, slightly below average height, with very closely cropped red hair, a neatly trimmed mustache, and brown eyes that could punch holes through concrete. His demeanor was cordial enough, but he made Janey uneasy.

“So you’re here to give your statement about that mugging in Hammerfield Park last night, right?”

Janey nodded. “Yeah.”

“And it took you till now to come in? Talk to us?” Kraitz glanced at his watch. “Fifteen hours later?”

Janey sat with wide eyes for a few seconds, and decided to act really, really stupid.

“Well, uh...I had to, like, get my car, y’know?” She tried to let her eyes glaze over. That part wasn’t hard. God, I’m tired. “I didn’t wanna just, like, leave it out there, y’know?”

Kraitz stared at her. Janey said, “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was so important, I woulda come in already. Anyway, it was, like, really freaky out there.”

The detective’s pen hovered over a statement form. “Freaky? How?”

“Well, I mean, that poor girl, y’know? With all the blood and stuff. And I was thinking, holy shit, that coulda been me, y’know? What if he’d cut me up like that?”

Janey knew the girl hadn’t been “cut up.”

Detective Kraitz sat unmoving for some time. Janey began to think the man would spring across the desk and cuff her.

“Okay,” Kraitz finally said. “So did you get a good look at this guy? At his face? Your boyfriend didn’t. He was asking about you, by the way.”

An unexpected jolt throbbed through her side, and the effort required not to gasp made her eyes unfocus again.

“Yeah, I totally got a good look at him.”

Janey had tried to decide, the whole way to the police station, whether or not to be truthful in describing the young man who’d called himself Simon. She’d finally settled on a partial truth, since she couldn’t do much good herself if she were locked up in a padded room somewhere.

Not that a padded room could hold her.

“He’s a young guy. Pale, dark hair, thin. Sort of pretty, y’know? He had on black clothes, I couldn’t tell exactly what. Jeans, maybe.”

Kraitz said, “That’s a pretty detailed description of somebody running away from you in the dark.”

Janey shrugged, and gave Kraitz her absolute best ditzy grin.

“I was trying to take a photo. Y’know, like, with my phone. Couldn’t get a shot, though.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Nope. Not a word.”

Kraitz handed Janey a sheet of paper with departmental letterhead on it.

At the top were the words, “VICTIM/WITNESS STATEMENT.

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