“Let’s go through it one more time,” Detective Bradley said, sounding bored. We were running through what had happened when I went out to the car and almost got shot, and this was the fourth time I had told the tale. I didn’t know what else he wanted me to say because it wasn’t that dramatic. At least Detective Sands hadn’t come, which made me happy.
“I opened the door and stepped outside,” I said snidely, not bothering to check my tone. I was tired and achy and hungry as Detective Bradley had interrupted my breakfast which did not endear him to me. “Just as I was closing the door, I heard something whiz by my head. When I realized it was a bullet, I hurried back inside, but not before a second shot was fired.”
“Why were you going outside?” Detective Bradley asked, as if he hadn’t already asked a hundred times before.
“I had bought my boyfriend some birthday presents, but left them in the car. I went to go get them so I could wrap them.”
“Where is your boyfriend?” Detective Bradley asked, taking a new tack. He caught me off-guard with the question so it took me a minute to respond.
“We don’t live together, Detective. He was, is, at his apartment.” I hope, I added in my mind.
“Where was he last night?” Detective Bradley continue, ignoring my tone.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, careful not to dislodge my arm from the sling. “Not here.”
“Any problems between the two of you?”
“Nope,” I said. “Except that he doesn’t think I should be traipsing off on my own.”
“I would agree with that, Ms. Chen,” Detective Bradley said, scratching his jowl. “So, you had words?”