Page 21 of Adore Me
I am very surprised that he isn't getting frustrated with me by how much trouble I have caused. "Yes. You can. Please just tell me what you say to them so I can collaborate."
"We need to go to the station now. Are you able to leave work for the day?"
A day. Great. I have been gone for a week and now I have to miss a day. I wonder why these people don't understand that I have a job and bills.
I took out my phone and called Anne. She answered on the first ring.
"Is everything all right?" She spoke so fast into the phone.
"Yes, I need to take the afternoon off. Could you call Carlo and let him know that they accepted his offer?"
"Yes, call me later," she hung up and I got out of my chair to follow Sammy.
"This shouldn't take too long at the station."
That's good because I have a life. All right, my life has only recently got interesting. I still have things to do though.
*
"Hello, Ms. Cavanaugh. What a surprise," the detective shook my hand and motioned to a seat.
Sammy and I sat next to each other and I have been advised to not say anything. However, I have been advised to smile and nod at the right parts. I am Sammy's puppet and I am only to do or say what he makes me.
"Well, detective. What were you wanting to discuss?" Sammy started. Crap. This is crazy. Last time I spoke with a cop I confessed to a murder.
I stare at him and notice that he looks very familiar. Where have I seen him before? I would think that since he is a police officer, I would recognize him, but I am coming up with nothing.
"We want to know why she keeps popping up. Now she has been shot at a wedding. What do you have to say about this?"
"It’s a very simple case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. My client was walking into the house to get more wine for the reception. On her way, there was a man that was angry at someone else and he took out his gun. The someone else shot his gun back at the man. With the fireworks happening to celebrate the wedding and the gun just misfired."
The pen in his hand is pushed and scribbled all over the paper that he is writing notes on. "Is that what happened?" The detective directed at me. I nodded. Again, the pen is traveling over the paper. "This story doesn't make that much sense. Who were these men shooting at each other? Why would they be at a wedding? Counselor, I respect you but don't insult me. I know better than this." He drops his pen on the paper and adjusts his tie.
"These two men were supposedly fighting over a woman. You understand what happens when men try to come up with a conclusion while drinking? Plus, when weapons were involved."
"Counselor, are you wanting to press charges against the man who shot her?" The cop sounds so invested in what happened and it was then that I remembered him. At Anne's wedding, there were several guests that Anne and I couldn't place, but this cop was definitely there. In fact, I believe he even did a toast.
I stared at Sammy and I then tapped his arm. I gestured to talking to him outside and he finally got it. "If you excuse us, I need to talk to my client in private."
As soon as we were out of the room, Sammy spun on me. "What did I say?"
I recoiled against the door and took a deep breath. "This is not an ordinary cop! He was at Anne's wedding. I think he is keeping track of me in a weird way."
My lawyer stood there in front of me and many emotions passed his face. "All right. This is what we need to do." He pulled me by my arm towards the exit. "There isn't a camera over here," he must have known my unspoken question. "We are going to go back in there and diffuse the situation. There has been some inner family issues and I need to know if he is a part of it."
We walked back into the room and I sat next to Sammy. Again, I was his puppet and I didn't say or do anything unless I was advised to do so.
My attorney didn't wait for a second before diffusing the bomb. "No. We have already devised a plan. The man who shot her has paid her hospital bills and has agreed to keep his distance."
The pen is again pushed around on the paper. "What made you think that you could come up with these rules when there wasn't a magistrate?" The detective looked angry as he looked from my face to Sammy's.
"Why would we waste the taxpayer’s money for something that we solved in a matter of ten minutes? I think the only reason why you are angry is because you were expecting this to be a bigger issue than it actually is. Are we done?" Sammy picked his briefcase up while standing. Once he was up, he pulled my chair out and helped me out of it.
"If things change, Ms. Cavanaugh, please let us know."
I smiled and walked out of the interrogation room with Sammy. We had to check out with a guard who took my purse. I waited for him to bring it to me before I spoke to Sammy.
As we walked out, it was obvious that Sammy didn't want to talk about it until we were in private.
