The deputy’s eyes narrowed. “Please continue.”
I pushed out a breath. “He lunged, and I threw my phone at him. It slowed him down, but he still managed to clip my jaw with a punch. That was when I decided to go for his legs. He was too big for me to try to stand and go toe to toe with. He fell. I gave him a couple of elbows to the ribs and a hammer fist to the face.”
“Hammer fist?” the second deputy asked.
I squinted and looked at Micah. “One of these.” I made the motion with my hand and swung in the air, demonstrating the move.
“I picked up my phone and got up to run, but he grabbed my ankle. I turned over and sent my heel into his nose. Pretty sure I broke it. His blood should be in there on the floor. Do you have someone coming out to swab the DNA or whatever it is you all do?”
I stopped talking and turned around when a pair of headlights began approaching.
“Who’s this?” one of the deputy’s questioned.
“Friends of mine,” Micah answered. He lifted his hand, waving it in the air for whoever was in the car to approach.
“Please, continue, ma’am.”
I turned back to the deputies. “Not much to say after that. I kicked him a couple more times, I think, and then ran to the living room with my phone and grabbed my keys and drove to the neighbor’s.”
“Who called us,” the deputy finished.
“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” Micah added with a sharp bend in his voice.
“Are you sure it was a man?” one of the deputies asked.
“Yes.”
“How can you be sure?”
“The hell kind of question is that?”
“Mr. Townsend, please. We’re trying to get the facts,” the deputy responded, seeming frustrated.
Micah stepped closer, getting in the deputy’s face.
I wrinkled my forehead but placed my hand on Micah’s forearm. “He was well over six-foot, probably six-three or six-four and broad. Plus, his voice was deeper than yours and your partner’s combined.”
The deputy turned his head from Micah to me.
“With all due respect, ma’am, you did say it was dark, correct?”
“Yes.”
“If it was dark, how can you be sure of his height?”
“You’ve got one more time to insult her with this idiotic line of questioning. She said it was a man who attacked her. What else do you need?” His voice vibrated with frustration and impatience.
The deputy took a step back.
I tightened my hand on Micah’s forearm, stilling him.
Cocking my head to the side, I questioned, “Can I ask you something, Deputy?”
His eyebrows lifted as if to say, ‘What’s that?’
“Did you get your badge out of a cereal box?” Seriously, ever since they arrived, they’d been asking what felt like entirely asinine questions.
Behind me, I heard a deep chuckle. I turned and found not one, but three men, one of whom I’d already met.
