Shield Of Refuge. Carol Steward

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СКАЧАТЬ need to see them, and who has rented them. And if anyone returns one, don’t launder it until we’ve run some tests on it.”

      “No problem, but I haven’t seen this guy in my store. The costume could have been ordered online,” Amber said as the officers scoured the street for any sign of a struggle.

      The lieutenant approached while the female officer continued searching for any sign of a scuffle. “I’m going to need a physical description of each of them.”

      Amber thought a minute or two before confessing, “I’m not sure how much I saw. The sun was going down, and the shadows…”

      After coming up with nothing, Officer Taylor said, “Stand where you were this evening.” The officers both moved next to the yellow vehicle. “Is this about how tall the guy was?”

      Amber compared their height to the yellow vehicle. “I think the guy was shorter than you, Lieutenant Chavez, about Officer Taylor’s height, I’d guess, and the girl was about the same.”

      “Good,” the woman said. “What else do you remember?”

      “He was stocky, but not fat, a long buzz cut, and probably Hispanic. She was Caucasian, long brown or dark reddish hair maybe, for some reason, red sticks in my mind, tall, but not too thin.”

      “Any tattoos or jewelry on either of them?” Officer Taylor asked.

      Amber shrugged, closed her eyes and tried to see the image again. “I couldn’t see them that clearly.”

      “Any indication he might have had gang affiliations?”

      She shook her head, trying to understand how someone wearing a cop uniform could also look like a gang member. “No. He was wearing a police uniform. My first impression was it was legit.”

      “And her?” the lieutenant asked.

      “I can’t be sure. She was wearing a blue tight-fitting top with a hood, but she looked like the athletes that come into my shop for their sugar fix.”

      “I don’t see anything here. It’s almost unheard of for a victim not to drop something during an abduction. I thought maybe she’d left her purse or backpack in the vehicle, but I can’t be sure without getting inside. We can’t do that without a warrant. Did the suspect stop for any length of time after he closed her in the police car?” Officer Taylor asked.

      “It all seemed to happen so fast at the time,” Amber said as she closed her eyes and walked herself through the incident again, step by step, whispering to herself.

      The lieutenant took a slow walk around the area again, shaking his head.

      “This doesn’t seem like a sexual assault, and it definitely doesn’t fit the MO of the guy we got,” Officer Taylor said as she returned to Amber’s side. The radio interrupted their conversation, and Samantha focused on it. “Looks like the vehicle is registered to a twenty-five-year-old male, Marcus Smith. I can check on him later.”

      Amber struggled to recall what the suspect looked like, relieved that Officer Taylor seemed to believe her. “Wait a minute. It’s possible she had something hanging from her shoulder. She broke away once when they were almost to the car, she swung at him, and he threw her against the side of the trunk. She could have dropped something there. After he got the second cuff on her and stuffed her in the car, he stumbled when he was going around the car, but maybe he didn’t stumble, maybe he stooped to pick something up.”

      “Are you sure about that?” the lieutenant asked.

      Amber shrugged. “Pretty sure.” She just realized something she hadn’t noticed before. “It was a Rocky Mountain University top. I saw it as she was being pushed into the car.”

      “You’re sure?” he said again.

      She leveled a glare at the lieutenant. She hadn’t realized how comfortable she’d been answering Officer Matthews’s questions. She was quickly realizing he wasn’t like other cops. “I’m not making this up as I go along. I simply didn’t remember every little detail before.”

      The female officer held out her hand. “It’s normal to remember additional facts as the adrenaline wears off. Just keep writing everything down as you remember it. Someone from FCPD will be in touch if we need more information.”

      The lieutenant moved toward the squad car and directed them to do the same.

      She was taken to the police station, where they asked her to write out her report of the incident leading up to the accident, then gave her information about contacting the towing company to schedule her transport to the repair shop. She added it to the careless driving and speeding ticket in her bag.

      “Have you heard how Officer Matthews is doing?”

      “No, we can’t give out that information.” The records clerk took the report form and turned away.

      When Amber was released she assured the officer that she’d reached a friend to give her a ride. She left the station, tears stinging her eyes. She walked to the nearest bus stop, and got off at the hospital she’d overheard mentioned on the police radio. She hoped she wasn’t too late to check in on Officer Matthews.

      FOUR

      Garrett Matthews opened his eyes and fought the nausea back with more ice chips. “The police force is already shorthanded, Doc. I can at least do something in the office, can’t I?”

      “The CT scan looks good, but you’ll need to take a few days off from full duty, make sure this concussion is fully gone before you’re back out on the streets. You’re going to be pretty sore for a while.”

      “Nothing a few over-the-counter painkillers won’t cure, right?”

      “Maybe. The symptoms of whiplash very often don’t show up for several days. You’re not to push it. And I mean it, Garrett.”

      It was just his luck that their family doctor happened to be in the ER with another patient when the ambulance arrived. There was no hope of fooling Dr. Call.

      “Can you arrange to have someone stay with you tonight?” the doctor asked as he wrote on Garrett’s chart.

      Garrett rolled his eyes and shifted on the too-short bed trying to find a comfortable position. “I’m sure you’ve already called Mom and Dad. And yes, they’d be happy to watch out for me.”

      “I couldn’t reach them. Maybe one of your brothers could stay with you. I suspect Kira and her new husband might even take you in for the night if we called them.”

      “I’m not calling the newlyweds. Nick is working tonight, and Mom and Dad will probably be home any time. They never leave their cell phone on. Kent and Renee have gone to Mexico on vacation.” Garrett felt the weight of his head smoosh the pillow.

      “You rest here then until we reach someone. Headache starting?”

      His eyes drifted closed. “No.”

      “You can’t go to sleep, Garrett. And it won’t do you any good to deny the headache. You’re not going back to work, in any case,” Dr. Call informed him. “I want to СКАЧАТЬ