CHAPTER 23
“No.” Mel sniffs into the Kleenex that the female officer hands her. “No, he didn’t hit me.”
Three pairs of cop eyes turn on me. I shouldn’t be here. It’s eleven at night, but at least the kids are finally calmed down and asleep in their beds.
Interrogator Number One holds a pen poised over a notebook. “You said you saw him run into her with his truck?”
I don’t look at Mel. I know enough to predict how this will turn out. I’ll tell the cops everything, she’ll kick me out of the home, and we’ll never talk to each other again. I may have just kept her boyfriend from murdering her, and she’s going to hate me for the rest of my life.
“She didn’t see anything,” Mel protests into her Kleenex. The female officer stands behind her, which I find funny. I know they bring women to dom
