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“What? That’s not fair! Wait!” She put her hand up to stop me. “Jeff, I’m alive, and I have to go down to the police station. I’ll call you when I’m finished.” She hung up the phone and handed it back to Alex. “Are you telling me that I can’t talk about this case toanyone?”
“No, you shouldn’t, not even me.”
She frowned. “But you were there. Why can’t I talk to you about it?”
“Because talking about the details that you have in your mind to someone else who has their own version can taint the eyewitness account—influence it.”
Her brows dropped low over her pretty smoky-blue eyes. “Well, damn, that sucks! I was going to use this as my big break.”
“Sorry, Mags. After the trial is over, you can share your story, but not until then.”
Chapter Six
Maggie
That was stupid! If I didn’t tell my story now, then someone else would tell it, and by the time I was allowed to talk about it, it would be old news, and no one would care. I growled to myself, and Greg put his hand to my lower back. His thumb rubbed gently over my spine and caused tingling in my toes and a few other places.
“Come on; they want us down at the station.”
“Do we have to ride in the police car?”
“No, I can take you down.”
“Actually,” Trevor said, “I have to go down too because you were nice enough to call on my phone, and they want me to write a statement. I can drive you guys down.”
“Thanks, Trev,” Greg said.
“Alright, I won’t say no to a ride,” I replied as Greg put his hand to my lower back again to escort me through the crowd, but once we were out the other side, he dropped it and stepped away from me. His eyes scanned the area, just as Trevor did, also.
Were they looking for Len? Or were they just wired to be always looking for some unknown enemy? I had read a few articles about military veterans, and some of the interviews talked about how they could never really relax. That they felt that at any moment a new threat would appear, even when they were walking through their hometown where nothing disastrous had ever occurred; what would that be like to be fearful of the unknown all the time? To expect something to happen around every obstacle?
I couldn’t imagine it—I honestly couldn’t. We walked around a corner and down an alley. Both Trevor and Greg stood close to me, flanking both sides as if they were sentries. Every few seconds, one of them would look over their shoulder.
A nervous laugh slipped from my mouth. “What’s so funny?” Greg asked as he glanced my way.
“You two are. Do you guys have any idea how serious you look? I mean, you are both walking beside me like you are private security guards, and I’m some important person to protect while you check behind us every few steps to make sure the boogeyman isn’t back there. It’s creeping me out a bit.”
“Good to know we’re doing our jobs.” Trevor chuckled.
“What do you mean, doing your job?” I asked him.
“We work for a security company, although most of our work is for clients overseas. We do protect a few people and locations in the states,” Trevor shared.
I glanced at Greg. “You’re really out of the military now?”
“Yep, private security and training. I did twenty and got out.”
“And you live here?”
He gave me a cocky smile. “Yes, I live here, where I assume you do too.”
Why did that give me a little thrill? “Yes, I do.”
We took the stairs up four flights, even though there was an elevator, and Trevor led us to a newer shiny pickup truck. Greg opened the rear passenger door, and I paused. Somehow, I had not expected there to be a child's seat in the back.
“You have something against car seats?” Greg asked as I stood there, staring at it for another second.
I shook my head. “No.”
