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“Would you allow us to photograph that?”
“For what? I have no idea who did it.”
“It’s all part of building a case against Gelbero and his men. If we can prove that Mr. McClain?—”
“It wasn’t him,” I said immediately. “I’d recognize his voice.”
“Okay, then what did the man sound like?”
I thought back, remembering his hands on me, how he hissed in my ear. “Dirty.”
“Dirty?”
I nodded. “He made me feel dirty. His voice was…creepy, like he got off on scaring people.”
“Anything else?”
“Um…I can’t be sure, but I would guess he was maybe only a couple inches taller than me. His body was pressed up against mine, and it didn’t feel like he was hunched over.”
“Do you think you would recognize his voice if you heard it again?”
“Maybe, but I’m not sure how?—”
“If we get a suspect in custody, we would need you to come in and listen to him speak. He wouldn’t know you’re here.”
“And what about today?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “How are you going to keep me safe today?”
“We pulled you in under the guise of a meeting for a school.”
“And you think Baz doesn’t have people watching me? He had men follow me to the zoo on Saturday. He’s probably already got men waiting outside for me right now. All you’ve done is put me and my son in danger.”
“Then you might as well help us take him down.”
I laughed at the stupidity of this man. “You really are naive. Weapons run through here, but this is only a small part of his operation. He lives in Canada. I don’t know what exactly is going on, but I know enough to tell you that this little piece of hell is only the tip of the iceberg. There is no way you’re going to bring him down on your own.”
“They got Al Capone on tax evasion. Trust me, if there’s a way, we’ll get him.”
I stood, slapping my hands on the table. “Well, good luck with that.”
“You can’t leave yet.”
“Are you charging me with a crime?”
His face turned hard as he stared at me. “If you’d only help us…”
“If you only had more to go on,” I snapped.
I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room. The officer that dragged me out of the hospital met me in the hallway, blocking my exit. “Will you please move?”
“He may think you’re innocent, but I know you’re protecting Gelbero.”
“Think what you want,” I snapped.
“When I take him down, I’m taking you with him.”
Supremely pissed off, I shoved past him and walked up to the front desk. The officer glanced up at me, surprised to see me. Apparently, more than two people knew I was coming in today.
“I’d like to file a complaint against an officer.”
