Janet McNulty - Mellow Summers 03 - An Apple a Day Keeps Murder Away by Janet McNulty
Authors: Janet McNulty
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signing anything,” I said.
“I didn’t think so.”
“How can he arrest me without a forensic report?”
“Probably figured he didn’t need one. And the judge must have agreed since he signed your arrest warrant.”
“I need to tell you something,” I said. I relayed the trip to the hypnotist and what happened. I told Calvin all that I could remember from the flashes of memory that hit me while there.
His face changed from interest to concern as I told him. I don’t know if he believed me, but I knew he would seek out Dr. Carver for the tapes of our session.
W hen I had finished talking, Calvin opened the door to the interrogation room. Mr. Harrow walked in with a haughty look. He knew he had won.
“My client refuses to plea bargain and will sign no confession. We will try this in the courts.”
“As you wish,” said Mr. Harrow.
Next thing I knew, I was led to the jail cell. As I entered the corridor, Aunt Ethel’s voice reached my ears. That woman had a piercing voice. “Detective Shorts,” she screamed, “I need to speak with you. Detective!”
A loud crash sounded out in the lobby, but I never found out what caused it. An officer took me away and locked me in one of the jail cells. I was the only one there. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or worried.
My time in the cell dragged on the longer I was there. I had no idea how much time had passed. The clock on the wall didn’t work and I had forgotten to wear my watch.
I soon found myself wishing Rachel would show up. Though at the same time I wished she wouldn’t appear. I needed to know what she was up to. That look in her eyes when she left me in the car did not bode well.
As the hours ticked by I paced in a circle in my cell thinking that at any moment a hole would appear in the floor. Soon, I decided I had to do something. I remembered watching movies where the main character would do pushups or something when imprisoned. I decided to try it. One. Two. And that’s enough. I silently vowed that once I got out of here I would start an exercise regimen.
The door to the cell chamber opened. In walked Detective Shorts. He looked even more unhappy than he did earlier.
“What’s going on?” I asked as he approached my cell.
“Transfer,” he said. “You’re being transferred to the county jail. Now, step back.”
I did.
He opened the cell door. “Turn around and place your hands behind your back.”
I obeyed. Once again I felt the cold and unfeeling handcuffs snap around my wrists.
Detective Shorts grabbed my arm and led me out of the jail. He took me past a counter and sat me on a bench. “Stay here,” he told me, “I need to clear your release to County.”
Like, where was I going to go? I thought something about this seemed strange. Why would I be transferred anywhere? According to the clock in this room I had been here for eight hours. When Detective Shorts didn’t come back right away I started to think that something was seriously wrong. When the officer at the counter disappeared I knew that something wasn’t right.
I was about to stand up when I felt a sharp prick in the base of my neck. Instantly, I whipped around to see who had stuck me with a needle when the world went blurry. Whoever stood behind me, I never saw his face. Before I knew it, everything went black and I lost consciousness.
Chapter 10
My head hurt. My body bounced around in a confined space. The sounds of a car engine told me that I was no longer in the police station. Groggily, I tried to sit up. Bang! I hit my head on something. The darkness prevented me from being able to see where I was.
I shifted a little. My hands remained handcuffed behind my back. Instantly, pins and needles filled my hands as the blood flowed back into them. Another jolt caused me the bounce and hit the thing above me.
Slowly, I realized that I lay in the trunk of a car. My scrunched up limbs desperately wanted to stretch out, but the small space
“I didn’t think so.”
“How can he arrest me without a forensic report?”
“Probably figured he didn’t need one. And the judge must have agreed since he signed your arrest warrant.”
“I need to tell you something,” I said. I relayed the trip to the hypnotist and what happened. I told Calvin all that I could remember from the flashes of memory that hit me while there.
His face changed from interest to concern as I told him. I don’t know if he believed me, but I knew he would seek out Dr. Carver for the tapes of our session.
W hen I had finished talking, Calvin opened the door to the interrogation room. Mr. Harrow walked in with a haughty look. He knew he had won.
“My client refuses to plea bargain and will sign no confession. We will try this in the courts.”
“As you wish,” said Mr. Harrow.
Next thing I knew, I was led to the jail cell. As I entered the corridor, Aunt Ethel’s voice reached my ears. That woman had a piercing voice. “Detective Shorts,” she screamed, “I need to speak with you. Detective!”
A loud crash sounded out in the lobby, but I never found out what caused it. An officer took me away and locked me in one of the jail cells. I was the only one there. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or worried.
My time in the cell dragged on the longer I was there. I had no idea how much time had passed. The clock on the wall didn’t work and I had forgotten to wear my watch.
I soon found myself wishing Rachel would show up. Though at the same time I wished she wouldn’t appear. I needed to know what she was up to. That look in her eyes when she left me in the car did not bode well.
As the hours ticked by I paced in a circle in my cell thinking that at any moment a hole would appear in the floor. Soon, I decided I had to do something. I remembered watching movies where the main character would do pushups or something when imprisoned. I decided to try it. One. Two. And that’s enough. I silently vowed that once I got out of here I would start an exercise regimen.
The door to the cell chamber opened. In walked Detective Shorts. He looked even more unhappy than he did earlier.
“What’s going on?” I asked as he approached my cell.
“Transfer,” he said. “You’re being transferred to the county jail. Now, step back.”
I did.
He opened the cell door. “Turn around and place your hands behind your back.”
I obeyed. Once again I felt the cold and unfeeling handcuffs snap around my wrists.
Detective Shorts grabbed my arm and led me out of the jail. He took me past a counter and sat me on a bench. “Stay here,” he told me, “I need to clear your release to County.”
Like, where was I going to go? I thought something about this seemed strange. Why would I be transferred anywhere? According to the clock in this room I had been here for eight hours. When Detective Shorts didn’t come back right away I started to think that something was seriously wrong. When the officer at the counter disappeared I knew that something wasn’t right.
I was about to stand up when I felt a sharp prick in the base of my neck. Instantly, I whipped around to see who had stuck me with a needle when the world went blurry. Whoever stood behind me, I never saw his face. Before I knew it, everything went black and I lost consciousness.
Chapter 10
My head hurt. My body bounced around in a confined space. The sounds of a car engine told me that I was no longer in the police station. Groggily, I tried to sit up. Bang! I hit my head on something. The darkness prevented me from being able to see where I was.
I shifted a little. My hands remained handcuffed behind my back. Instantly, pins and needles filled my hands as the blood flowed back into them. Another jolt caused me the bounce and hit the thing above me.
Slowly, I realized that I lay in the trunk of a car. My scrunched up limbs desperately wanted to stretch out, but the small space
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