He turned away from her as if she wasn’t speaking. “Not here,” he said, striding toward a closed door. “Follow me.”
Amy hurried to keep up with him as he headed down a hallway. No one they passed paid much attention to them, and when he stopped to open another door, she saw it was an interrogation room. There was a bare metal table with one chair on each side. The walls were a drab brown color and there was a camera mounted on the wall in the corner of the room near the ceiling.
“Take a seat,” the man said gruffly, closing the door behind them.
Amy had just lowered herself into one of the chairs when the detective went over to where the camera was mounted. Reaching up, he pulled a cord out of the back of the device. A red light under the lens went out, and Amy’s heart sank.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked.
“Better to have this conversation in private.”
Shit.Was it a mistake to come here? Did she have the horrible luck of encountering a dirty cop?
This might just be the worst day of her life.
The man sat down across to her, folding his hands on the table as he pinned her with a somber glare. “My name is Detective Klonsky. And you?”
She thought about lying for about two-seconds, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get away with that. This man had ways of checking that sort of thing.
“Amy Jacobs,”
He didn’t have a notebook out to write anything down. This whole thing already had an informal “off the books” feel to it, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from darting to the door. She was on the far side of the table, and she knew she’d never make it out of here if he didn’t want her to.
“Tell me your story, Miss Jacobs.”
Amy swallowed hard. Again, she considered lying. This cop didn’t quite give off the dangerous vibes of the men that abducted her, but something was definitely off here. But she was in the middle of a police station, so she hoped that meant nothing bad could really happen to her.
With no good options, she cleared her throat and started to tell her story. She started with the abduction, telling him everything that happened. Detective Klonsky was quiet as she rambled, his face giving nothing away until she mentioned the name Rocco Mancini.
His eyes widened, and he leaned forward in his seat. “Are you sure? That was his name?”
Amy nodded. “Yeah. And his son Leo was the one that was injured. They brought me there to treat him.”
“Why? Why would they bringyou?” His expression was suspicious. “What’s your connection to them?”
Amy let out a humorless chuckle. “Nothing. Bad luck put me on their radar, that’s all. I’m just a med student.”
He stared at her for a moment longer, and she felt like a bug under a microscope. It was impossible to resist the urge to squirm. Suddenly, he stood, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“Stay here,” he said, already placing a call and bringing the phone to his ear as he walked out of the room without another word. There was a frosted glass panel in the door, and she stayed in place until his hazy silhouette was no longer visible.
To hell with this.
She wasn’t going to stick around to see what the hell this guy’s connection was to the mafia. He obviously had some kind of agenda. Coming around the table, she tried the doorknob, letting out a relieved breath when it turned.
He didn’t lock her in.
This was the perfect opportunity she needed to get out of here. Cracking open the door, she peeked out to see that the hallway was mostly clear. Detective Klonsky was twenty feet away, his back facing her as he talked in a low voice. She caught a bit of his conversation as she stepped out into the hallway as silently as possible, keeping the doorknob turned until the door was shut to avoid it making a sound.
“I think she’s telling the truth. She saw Mancini and treated Leo. Yes, he’s alive.”
Amy shook her head at herself. She never should have come here. It wasn’t even that big of a surprise that the mafia had connections in the police department.
There was a door at the other end of the hallway with a red EXIT sign above it, and Amy headed that way. She kept glancing backward toward the detective, but he never turned around. Slipping out the exit, she didn’t feel much relief. If anything, she was more afraid than ever. The men that took her had more influence than she realized.
If she couldn’t trust the police to help her, who could she trust?
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