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“Care to tell me what you saw?”
And have him look at me with the same dismissal the Officer Perez had? But how else to describe the events? “The rain made it hard to see things well.”
“Can you tell me the first thing you noticed?”
“I was waiting outside for the bus when someone jumped on the hood of a car passing by.” I used someone instead of something because, again, explaining that a Gollum wannabe emerged from the sewer with some buddies would have him writing me off as ready for the nuthouse. So sue me if I didn’t want the cute detective to think he dealt with someone he could easily write off.
“One assailant?”
I hesitated before admitting, “Four.”
His brows lifted, and he scribbled inside his notebook. “You saw four distinct attackers.”
“Yeah.”
“Can you describe them?”
“Not really. It happened so fast, and with the rain and lack of good lighting…” I trailed off, hoping that was a good enough explanation for him.
His expression told me nothing. “You haven’t mentioned the fog.”
Dammit. I’d forgotten people online had claimed they couldn’t see because of a misty murk.
I shrugged and offered my first real lie. “Yeah, it was kind of misty. I could only make out shapes.”
“You say one of the assailants jumped on a car, and then what?”
“I heard someone get out of that car and start yelling.” I paused and swallowed before adding softly, “Then there was screaming that cut off abruptly.”
“And during this time, you were…”
“Standing by the bus shelter waiting for my ride.”
“Literally right beside the vehicle and the accosted driver,” he pointed out. “And you didn’t get a good look at the perps?”
“I wasn’t about to be caught staring at them.” First rule in a city rife with violence? Don’t get involved. Don’t make eye contact.
“Yet my colleague says you claimed to take a video.”
Damn you, Perez! Despite the fact that she clearly hadn’t believed my story, she had obviously relayed our conversation to the detective. “I did.”
“May I see it?”
“My phone died because it got too wet.” My lame reply and I could see he didn’t believe me.
“You threw it out?”
I shook my head. “I have it in a bowl of rice at home.”
His lips pursed. “What about the bus? Were you still outside when it arrived?”
Given I didn’t know what the survivors said, I had to admit, “I was.”
“And?”
I shrugged. “Couldn’t see much.”
“On account of the mist.”
