“What can you tell me about your interactions with Officer Mosher? When did you first meet her,what did she say or do, and did she visit you in the hospital after Randy beat you enough to put you there.”
“She wasn’t any help at all. She acted either bored about my story, or like she didn’t believe me. The only good piece of advice she gave me was to install cameras. I did, but I didn’t tell anyone about them.” She rubbed her forehead and released a frustrated sigh. “When she came to take my statement, I ignored her, and looked at her partner.”
“Why?”
“She refused to look at me, and her first words out of her mouth was that I damaged myself. I looked at her partner and told him to get Mosher out of my room, otherwise I wouldn’t be talking to the police. Well, not exactly that.”
“What exactly did you say?”
“I told the partner, I forget his name now, but I told him if he didn’t get that bitch, my exact words, out of my hospital room, then I would call the State Police. Basically, I told them they were a piece of shit law enforcement agency that should have been there for me by taking my statement when I first reported the abuse, and that it wasn’t right that they, Mosher specifically, victim blamed me.”
“What did the partner do?” Agent Wilson asked as she looked up from taking notes.
“They both left my hospital room.” Myrna sighed and looked at Pedro when he made a sound, but shesqueezed his hand in reassurance, before she turned back to Agent Wilson.
“It wasn’t until after visiting hours that the partner showed up again. He wasn’t in uniform, and he stood beside my bed so that he could watch the room. He didn’t say it in exact words, but he implied that Officer Mosher wouldn’t be helping me. He asked for my statement, then told me it might be better to contact the State police.”
“Did you?”
“No, somehow my phone came up missing. At least that’s what the nurses told me, and they refused to allow me to use any other phone.”
“Did you ever get it back?”
“No. I ended up purchasing a pay as you go phone, and when I reached out to the State police, they acted like I was lying and didn’t send anyone to come take my statement.”
During her entire statement Yvonne had been watching her, hoping her facial expression didn’t give anything away.
“What happened next?”
“When I returned from the hospital, I realized Sally was gone, I looked at the camera feed, saw that both Randy and Gus Godwin had taken her, and I took the drive as proof of his horse thievery, and went to reclaim my horse.” She looked around, and then back at the agent.
“What?”
“The papers were in the floorboards, so I don’t know if you found them or not, but Sally, my horse has a tattoo in her lip. She is registered, and I have the papers to prove it. If you didn’t find them, then my cousin, Sheriff Jim Faulkner, has a copy of them.”
“We found them,” Yvonne said. She settled back and looked at everyone looking at her. “Thank you for talking with me. In the course of what we’ve uncovered so far, it seems like Officer Mosher is aiding and abetting the Godwin’s. During our investigation, some unsavory practices from their business have come to light. I can’t reveal what, but I can say that people that needed to be involved in investigating these practices ignored them.”
“Officer Mosher?”
“Yes, I don’t know if your people found out, but Mosher is related to the Godwin’s. Second cousin, I believe. I know Duane mentioned that she and her sister used to date them, but unless they are into incest, that is untrue. They are related by blood, family.”
“Question,” Pedro said as he studied the agent.
“What’s that?”
“Do you think Mosher is a willing participant in the bad Godwin is doing, a pawn, or being forced?”
“No clue, that’s one of the reasons I want to take Myrna back with me.”
“What’s the other?”
“When my people and I were gathering Myrna’sthings—I was in charge of getting her things—Officer Mosher showed up four times in the time we were there. At first, she tried to kick us off the property, then she tried to tell me that the warrant wasn’t legal because we didn’t clear it by her or her office first.”
“But she’s just a peon in the police force. From my understanding, she’s a patrol officer, not even a detective or anything.”
“You are correct. I don’t know, because she refused to answer my questions, if she’s been checking out your place, or if she was being nosy. She even had the audacity to pull me over when I was driving your vehicle. She tried to tell me that I was under arrest for grand theft auto. Again, I pulled my badge and told her that I outranked her. She tried to get into a pissing contest with me, but I called her superior, handed her my phone, and watched her turn fifteen different colors, with sickly green being the last one. She hung up, handed my phone back, and walked away. I don’t know if she realized that I had two SUVs full of agents with me. One in front, one in back, and they had pulled over also.”
“Question!” someone called out.
