“No,” I answered. “I’m sorry I can’t be much help to you.”
I stood up from the chair.
“I still have some more questions,” the officer said, standing up as well. “Can you tell me how the bikes got crushed like that?”
He took out a small recorder and placed it on his desk. I stared at it with disbelief.
Was I really being interrogated?
I sat back down slowly, just as the cop sat as well.
“I know it’s not easy to talk about, but we really need to get to the bottom of these murders. So, please answer my questions, Miss Tessa. How did those bikes get crushed?”
“A man did that with his bare hands,” I answered, keeping my eyes locked on his. “He came out of nowhere and stopped the bikes from crushing me. I would have been dead if he didn’t show up as he did.”
I saw the disbelief on his fa
