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“Yes,” I said, but I couldn’t seem to force my head to travel up, to find the source of the voice.
I guess he picked up on that, grabbing my silly strawberry-shaped ottoman, and pulling it closer, so he could drop down and get on my level.
If the uniformed officer was attractive, this guy had movie-star good looks.
He looked like he stepped off of one of those police procedurals full of young, hot detectives led by one older, more rough-around-the-edges one. The guy who bent the rules to the point of breaking them at times.
He had a wide, strong jaw, warm brown eyes, dark hair that was a little mussed, further confirming my off-duty theory.
“I’m Detective Wells Vaughn,” he said.
He even had a TV-star-cop name.
I was pretty sure I gave him a nod.
But maybe I just stared at him.
I couldn’t tell.
“I need to ask you a couple questions about your attack, if you’re up to it,” he said.
The other cops had already asked me that.
The attractive blue-eyed guy and the lady cop they’d called in to make me feel safer after my ordeal.
“Okay,” I agreed, my voice sounding hollow and tinny to my own ears.
“Can you tell me what you remember?” he asked, reaching for one of those little notebooks.
It looked like it belonged to a baby nestled in his giant hands. The pen was almost comically small.
“I’d just brought my tea to bed,” I told him.
“Do you know what time that was?”
“Nine-thirty, give or take. I’d just turned on a show—“
“What show?” he asked.
“How Well Do You Know Your Neighbor,” I told him. “But I was streaming it,” I added, knowing he was trying to make sure of the timeline, but the show would be no help to him.
“Okay. And then?”
“And then I heard the floorboards creak,” I told him. “They’re old. They make a lot of noise when you walk on them.” I actually really like that about them. I used to think to myself that no one could ever sneak up to me in my own home because of how old it was.
The floorboards squeaked.
The doors grumbled.
The windows even made a shrill sound as you tried to open or close them.
It was a musical house.
And there’d been a sense of security in that.
A false sense, as it all turned out.
“Did you immediately think someone was there?”
