Smokies Special Agent. Lena Diaz

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      She nodded.

      “You have to say it,” he reminded her.

      “Yes.” She sighed. “Yes, I understand my rights. Yes, I’m willing to speak to you without a lawyer. Can we just talk this out and get it over with?”

      The plastic water bottle crackled between her hands. She hadn’t even realized that she’d picked it up. She set it down.

      “I can’t imagine you driving all the way here from Colorado. Did you fly in? Then rent a car while you’re in town?”

      “Actually, no. I drove. As you’re well aware, I brought a weapon with me. Driving was easier than going through the headaches that declaring my weapon would require on a plane.”

      “Especially since you’re here off duty, on vacation.”

      “Exactly.”

      He opened his laptop, typed for a moment. “Where are you staying?”

      “A motel a few streets back from the main drag in Gatlinburg.” She told him the name.

      “You’ve been in town how long?”

      “A couple of days.”

      “And what have you been doing every day while you’ve been here?”

      She hesitated. How much should she reveal? Cooperating was her best chance at trying to avoid any charges. But would her purpose in being here help her, or hurt her?

      “Do you need me to repeat the question?” he asked.

      “I’ve been hiking trails in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, mainly the Appalachian Trail.”

      “Every day?”

      “Every day.”

      “Why?”

      She blinked. “The same reason anyone hikes, I suppose. To see nature, the beautiful scenery. To get away from the pressures of my job. The Smokies aren’t at all like the mountains back home. I wanted to see something different.”

      “It’s February. The temperatures are hovering in the twenties at night, forties and fifties during the day. And that’s in town. Up here at these elevations, it gets even colder. Not to mention the ice and snow. Want to try again? Why are you hiking in freezing temps in the middle of winter?”

      “I’m not the only hiker up here at this time of year. I’ve seen several.”

      “There are some, yes. Not many. What I’m interested in is why you’re here at one of the worst times of year to be outside in the park.”

      She stared at him, her left hand beneath the table now, her fingers curling against her palm. “I like solitude. I like to be alone. And I don’t mind the cold.”

      His silence told her he wasn’t buying her answer. He waited, probably hoping she’d feel compelled to fill the silence, divulge something she didn’t want to share. But she knew interview techniques. She wasn’t saying anything unless she was answering a specific question.

      “Why did you shoot Kurt Vale?”

      She sucked in a breath, thrown off-kilter by the abrupt change in the conversation. But rather than rush to defend herself, which could have led to her spilling all sorts of things, she took a moment to regain her composure. When she was sure she was in control, she said, “I was standing at a gap in the trees, admiring the scenery. I’d heard someone following me earlier, so when I heard a noise behind me, I naturally whirled around and drew my gun. To defend myself.”

      “What did Vale do?”

      “He drew his gun, a Glock.”

      “He didn’t have a gun. I saw him standing twenty feet away from you. And I saw you, holding your SIG Sauer, pointing it at an unarmed man.”

      “That’s not what happened. You saw him, then me. And as soon as you realized I had my gun out, you no longer looked at him. At that point, you deemed that I was the threat, and you charged at me. You didn’t look back at Vale and see that he’d pulled out a gun and was about to shoot me. I yelled at him to freeze. He didn’t. I had no choice but to fire my weapon.”

      He leaned forward, crossing his forearms on top of the table. “Here’s the thing, Remi. The only way that story holds water is if we found a gun at the scene, this Glock you say he had. But the only gun we found was your SIG Sauer, the one that I saw you aim at Kurt Vale, the one I saw you fire.”

      She shook her head. “You’re wrong. If your crime scene techs didn’t find Vale’s gun, they missed it. They should go back and look harder. It has to be there.”

      “After I knocked you to the ground to keep you from shooting an unarmed man a second time, I rendered first aid to the victim. He was shot in the side and was losing a lot of blood. He was in no condition to run off somewhere and hide his alleged gun, then run back and lie down, all in the span of the few seconds it took me to knock you down and then go to him. The only items he had with him were his wallet, his car keys and his cell phone. I contend that the cell phone is what you saw in his hand, not a pistol.”

      “You’re wrong.”

      He held his hands up. “I want to believe you. I want to be wrong. Convince me.”

      She tapped her fingers against her leg. “I agree that Vale didn’t have the opportunity to go hide his gun somewhere. After I shot him, and he fell to the ground, it must have come loose. The momentum of his fall could have knocked the gun into the woods. That’s exactly what happened when you knocked me down. My pistol flew into the bushes.”

      “True. It did. But only a few yards away. And I ran at you, trying to reach you before you pulled the trigger. I’m a big guy. The force of me hitting you and falling to the ground with you is more force than if Vale simply dropped where he stood after being injured. Don’t you agree?”

      Reluctantly, she nodded. “Agreed.”

      “And yet your gun only flew about six feet away. Wouldn’t you expect Vale’s gun, if he had one, to have gone only a few feet, given that set of parameters? Therefore easily found by either me or the crime scene tech team later?”

      She didn’t answer. What could she say?

      “After taking your gun, I was with Vale the rest of the time. I was there with the medical team. I escorted them down the mountain to the waiting ambulance. At no time did I ever see a gun.”

      He waited. Again she said nothing.

      “This might be a good time to tell the truth,” he said.

      She was starting to regret apologizing for punching him.

      “I am telling the truth.”

      He sat back in his chair. “So the gun just, what, walked away on its own?”

      “Maybe Vale threw it.”

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