he
asked.
“Yes, she’s at her desk, shall I send
her in?”
“That would be nice, thanks.”
Rodney looked at the intercom and then
at Bradley. “What are you doing?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
Ashley Deutsch, a bright female
officer, came into the room. “You needed me, Chief?”
“Yes, Ashley,” Bradley said. “This is
Rodney McMullen. He is a suspect in the murder of his aunt, but he has decided
that he doesn’t need to answer any questions. Rodney, this is Officer Deutsch. She’s
one of my top officers and she knows the law really well.”
Ashley walked over to Rodney, took his
arm in her hand and clapped handcuffs over his wrist. She pulled his arm behind
his back and handcuffed the other wrist. “Rodney McMullen, you have the right
to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in
the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot
afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these
rights as they have been read to you?”
“What are you doing?” Rodney asked.
“We are arresting you,” Bradley said, “on
suspicion of murder.”
“But...but I didn’t do it,” he yelled.
“I want to answer the questions now. I’ll answer any questions.”
Bradley shook his head and turned to
the clock. “Sorry, the last chance for answering questions was three minutes
ago,” he said. “You are going to spend the night in jail and tomorrow morning,
after I’ve had a couple of hours sleep, we can talk. That is, unless you want
to be in charge again and you decide not to speak with me.”
“Benjamin, help me,” Rodney said as
Ashley led him out of the room.
“I’ll arrange for your bail,” he said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.”
Benjamin turned on Bradley. “If
anything happens to that young man while he’s in custody, I’ll hold you
responsible.”
Bradley smiled and pushed the intercom
button again. “Dorothy, tell Ashley to put Mr. McMullen in solitary for the
night. Thanks.”
He walked across the room and opened
his door. “Good night, Mr. Middlebury,” he said. “I look forward to seeing you
in the morning.”
“You don’t know...”
Bradley held his hand up. “Once again,
it sounds like you are starting to threaten me. You wouldn’t perhaps want to
spend the night with your client, would you?”
Benjamin stormed past him. “Good night,
Chief Alden.”
“Sweet dreams,” Bradley called after
him.
Chapter Eleven
Mary woke just before her alarm clock
went off. Usually she hated missing those last few minutes, but today she was
excited. She had a plan.
Quickly showering and dressing, she
grabbed a protein bar and diet cola on the way out the door. “Delicious and nutritious,”
she commented as she stuffed them in her oversized purse.
Her black 1965 MGB Roadster sat in the driveway with a thick
coating of frost on the windows. She opened the car, stored her purse on the
passenger’s seat, started the ignition and pulled the scraper out of the back.
“Hey, Ms. O’Reilly, where ya going?”
Mary recognized the voice as her ten-year-old neighbor, Andy
Brennan. She turned and saw he was dressed in several layers against the cold
morning, giving him a multi-colored abominable snowman look. From his stiff
movements and arms extended in 45 degree angles, she knew the layers continued
underneath his coat. She wondered in amazement how his mother managed to get
his book bag on his back.
“I’ve got a little business trip today,” she said. “Where
are you going?”
His freckled face fell. “I’m going to school,” he moaned. “We
should have Holiday Break last until all the snow is gone.”
Shaking her head, she sympathized. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“They should have at least given you an extra two weeks to let you adjust
slowly.”
He nodded. “Or a month,” he suggested with a grin.
“At least a month,” Mary agreed.
“You’re not going far, are
asked.
“Yes, she’s at her desk, shall I send
her in?”
“That would be nice, thanks.”
Rodney looked at the intercom and then
at Bradley. “What are you doing?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
Ashley Deutsch, a bright female
officer, came into the room. “You needed me, Chief?”
“Yes, Ashley,” Bradley said. “This is
Rodney McMullen. He is a suspect in the murder of his aunt, but he has decided
that he doesn’t need to answer any questions. Rodney, this is Officer Deutsch. She’s
one of my top officers and she knows the law really well.”
Ashley walked over to Rodney, took his
arm in her hand and clapped handcuffs over his wrist. She pulled his arm behind
his back and handcuffed the other wrist. “Rodney McMullen, you have the right
to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in
the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot
afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these
rights as they have been read to you?”
“What are you doing?” Rodney asked.
“We are arresting you,” Bradley said, “on
suspicion of murder.”
“But...but I didn’t do it,” he yelled.
“I want to answer the questions now. I’ll answer any questions.”
Bradley shook his head and turned to
the clock. “Sorry, the last chance for answering questions was three minutes
ago,” he said. “You are going to spend the night in jail and tomorrow morning,
after I’ve had a couple of hours sleep, we can talk. That is, unless you want
to be in charge again and you decide not to speak with me.”
“Benjamin, help me,” Rodney said as
Ashley led him out of the room.
“I’ll arrange for your bail,” he said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.”
Benjamin turned on Bradley. “If
anything happens to that young man while he’s in custody, I’ll hold you
responsible.”
Bradley smiled and pushed the intercom
button again. “Dorothy, tell Ashley to put Mr. McMullen in solitary for the
night. Thanks.”
He walked across the room and opened
his door. “Good night, Mr. Middlebury,” he said. “I look forward to seeing you
in the morning.”
“You don’t know...”
Bradley held his hand up. “Once again,
it sounds like you are starting to threaten me. You wouldn’t perhaps want to
spend the night with your client, would you?”
Benjamin stormed past him. “Good night,
Chief Alden.”
“Sweet dreams,” Bradley called after
him.
Chapter Eleven
Mary woke just before her alarm clock
went off. Usually she hated missing those last few minutes, but today she was
excited. She had a plan.
Quickly showering and dressing, she
grabbed a protein bar and diet cola on the way out the door. “Delicious and nutritious,”
she commented as she stuffed them in her oversized purse.
Her black 1965 MGB Roadster sat in the driveway with a thick
coating of frost on the windows. She opened the car, stored her purse on the
passenger’s seat, started the ignition and pulled the scraper out of the back.
“Hey, Ms. O’Reilly, where ya going?”
Mary recognized the voice as her ten-year-old neighbor, Andy
Brennan. She turned and saw he was dressed in several layers against the cold
morning, giving him a multi-colored abominable snowman look. From his stiff
movements and arms extended in 45 degree angles, she knew the layers continued
underneath his coat. She wondered in amazement how his mother managed to get
his book bag on his back.
“I’ve got a little business trip today,” she said. “Where
are you going?”
His freckled face fell. “I’m going to school,” he moaned. “We
should have Holiday Break last until all the snow is gone.”
Shaking her head, she sympathized. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“They should have at least given you an extra two weeks to let you adjust
slowly.”
He nodded. “Or a month,” he suggested with a grin.
“At least a month,” Mary agreed.
“You’re not going far, are
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