“Miss, I just want to let you know that your call is being recorded as evidence,” the officer says. “Now can you please describe the incident to me?”
“I’m not sure what time it happened,” Gabrielle says. “Actually I don’t even know what time it is now. I-I think I’m in the private clubhouse above The Palm House restaurant.”
The officer sighs into the other end of the phone. Gabrielle tries to control her breathing, but her entire body is shaking. She looks nervously at Jackson, but he’s still sound asleep. She presses the phone even more firmly against her ear.
“Can you tell me the name of the person who did this to you?” the officer asks.
“I-I don’t know that either,” Gabrielle says, fighting back tears.
“Well what about your name?” the officer asks.
“Gabrielle Aitkens,” she says.
