fought so hard to keep her off the streets, and may have lost her life in the effort. The thought saddened me.
Caught up in Tabitha’s evaluation, I lost track of time. When I checked the clock it was half past five. I needed to go to the police station. I hoped to catch Detective King before shift change. I gathered my stuff, and headed to the station. South Station was only a few blocks south of Mary House. It didn’t take long for me to get there. I went to the reception desk and asked to see Detective King. To my dismay, Skinner came to get me.
“Detective King is on a run ,” he said. “I’ll be conducting this interview.” Interview? What the hell is he talking about? I came to the station to answer questions. I became nervous.
Skinner directed me back to a room with a single table and two chairs across from each other. The gray room had only one overhead florescent light. It felt confining when Skinner shut the door behind me. “Please have a seat Ms. Williams,” Skinner said. As I sat, I noticed a small surveillance camera in the top right corner of the ceiling. It wasn’t a routine interview. It was an interrogation. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why was I here? What did Skinner think I knew?
Skinner dropped a closed file folder on the table and plopped in the adjacent chair. “Am I in trouble for something?” I asked.
“Should you be?” He asked
“I don’t know anything more than what I’ve already told Ben…I mean…Detective King,” I said. Skinners face darkened. I shouldn’t have used Ben’s first name.
“Can you tell me about Jimmy Kim?” Skinner asked.
“He’s my friend,” I said, cautiously. “Why?”
“He is a person of interest .”
“What? Jimmy doesn’t have anything to do with these murders!”
“Really?” Skinner asked. “Do you know what your friend was doing the night of September fifteenth?”
“He was with me at my apartment ,” I said.
“Are you sure?” Skinner asked, smugly. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My stomach churned. September fifteenth was the night we looked for Skye. Oh, shit ! I told myself to stay calm. They couldn’t arrest Jimmy without more evidence than driving in the area. “You see, we did a routine police run of the area where these women work. Do you know what we found?” He continued without an answer. “We discovered that your friend was pulled over on Washington Street that night. According to the report, the officer stopped Mr. Kim for suspicious behavior. It appears that the officer saw his black BMW making several slow passes down the street.”
“It isn’t what it seems ,” I said.
“Let me finish…” Skinner held up a hand. “Office Ernie Hanover stopped the vehicle belonging to a Jimmy Kim. At the time of the stop, Mr. Kim and his passenger, Cassandra Williams ,” He gave me a pointed look. “claimed they were looking for a specific known prostitute by the name of Skye.”
“I told the officer that night. Skye had absconded from Mary House. I was looking for her.” I kept calm and stayed with the story I told the other officer. “You see, I was trying to find her because she needed her insulin.”
“Yes, that’s what it says in the report ,” Skinner said. He smacked the folder in his hand. “The funny thing is, we checked her arrest records and there’s no mention of her being diabetic or ever needing insulin during her stay in the county lock-up.” He scratched his head, puzzled. “I’d think if she needed insulin that bad, she would have needed it during her jail stay too.”
“The women are given a complete physical upon admittance to Mary House. Maybe that’s when she was found to be diabetic ,” I said.
Skinner leaned close to me and said, “The medical examiner didn’t find any traces of insulin in her system during the autopsy.” I shrunk away from him. “I bet if we subpoena her records from Mary House, we’ll find that Sarah Blackburn was not
Caught up in Tabitha’s evaluation, I lost track of time. When I checked the clock it was half past five. I needed to go to the police station. I hoped to catch Detective King before shift change. I gathered my stuff, and headed to the station. South Station was only a few blocks south of Mary House. It didn’t take long for me to get there. I went to the reception desk and asked to see Detective King. To my dismay, Skinner came to get me.
“Detective King is on a run ,” he said. “I’ll be conducting this interview.” Interview? What the hell is he talking about? I came to the station to answer questions. I became nervous.
Skinner directed me back to a room with a single table and two chairs across from each other. The gray room had only one overhead florescent light. It felt confining when Skinner shut the door behind me. “Please have a seat Ms. Williams,” Skinner said. As I sat, I noticed a small surveillance camera in the top right corner of the ceiling. It wasn’t a routine interview. It was an interrogation. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why was I here? What did Skinner think I knew?
Skinner dropped a closed file folder on the table and plopped in the adjacent chair. “Am I in trouble for something?” I asked.
“Should you be?” He asked
“I don’t know anything more than what I’ve already told Ben…I mean…Detective King,” I said. Skinners face darkened. I shouldn’t have used Ben’s first name.
“Can you tell me about Jimmy Kim?” Skinner asked.
“He’s my friend,” I said, cautiously. “Why?”
“He is a person of interest .”
“What? Jimmy doesn’t have anything to do with these murders!”
“Really?” Skinner asked. “Do you know what your friend was doing the night of September fifteenth?”
“He was with me at my apartment ,” I said.
“Are you sure?” Skinner asked, smugly. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My stomach churned. September fifteenth was the night we looked for Skye. Oh, shit ! I told myself to stay calm. They couldn’t arrest Jimmy without more evidence than driving in the area. “You see, we did a routine police run of the area where these women work. Do you know what we found?” He continued without an answer. “We discovered that your friend was pulled over on Washington Street that night. According to the report, the officer stopped Mr. Kim for suspicious behavior. It appears that the officer saw his black BMW making several slow passes down the street.”
“It isn’t what it seems ,” I said.
“Let me finish…” Skinner held up a hand. “Office Ernie Hanover stopped the vehicle belonging to a Jimmy Kim. At the time of the stop, Mr. Kim and his passenger, Cassandra Williams ,” He gave me a pointed look. “claimed they were looking for a specific known prostitute by the name of Skye.”
“I told the officer that night. Skye had absconded from Mary House. I was looking for her.” I kept calm and stayed with the story I told the other officer. “You see, I was trying to find her because she needed her insulin.”
“Yes, that’s what it says in the report ,” Skinner said. He smacked the folder in his hand. “The funny thing is, we checked her arrest records and there’s no mention of her being diabetic or ever needing insulin during her stay in the county lock-up.” He scratched his head, puzzled. “I’d think if she needed insulin that bad, she would have needed it during her jail stay too.”
“The women are given a complete physical upon admittance to Mary House. Maybe that’s when she was found to be diabetic ,” I said.
Skinner leaned close to me and said, “The medical examiner didn’t find any traces of insulin in her system during the autopsy.” I shrunk away from him. “I bet if we subpoena her records from Mary House, we’ll find that Sarah Blackburn was not
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