Latoya seldom doled out personal information. It was Tyrone who had inserted himself into our lives, and I thought Latoya was right in mentioning the prior connection, in case the police happened to stumble on it.
âI did not know that. InterestingâI wouldnât have thought he was her type. So, what now?â
âI have no idea. I might have had a plan yesterday morning, but that kind of flew out the window. Iâve got to pull together reports from departments, and from the construction guys, to send to the board this week. Weâre hatching a new outreach effort, maybe, but itâs too soon to say anything about that. I donât want to talk to the media. Can I go home now?â
âNot hardly. Listen, I wanted to talk about . . .â And Marty was off and running. She was a tremendous asset to the Society, the third generation of her line to take a hand in managing the place, and she knew more about the Society than I ever would, even though Iâd been working here for more than ten years now. But sometimes her exhaustive knowledge of details was simply . . . exhausting. I sat back and let her words flow over me.
I donât know how long that would have gone on if wehad not been interrupted by a phone call. Eric stuck his head in the door. âNell, Detective Hrivnak is downstairs, and she wants to see you.â
Marty and I exchanged startled glances. âMaybe sheâs just delivering my statement to sign?â I suggested.
âYou believe that?â Marty shot back.
I shook my head. âNot the way my luck runs. Iâd better go see what she wants. You going to wait here?â
âOf course. She knows who I am, and she knows youâre going to tell me everything anyway. This saves time. Bring her on up.â
I passed Ericâs desk and told him I would be collecting the detective, then took the elevator down and walked to the lobby. She was deep in conversation with Bob at the desk, but she looked up quickly when she saw me approaching.
âDetective, what can I do for you today?â I said.
âWe need to talk,â she said bluntly. Iâd heard that line before from her, and it didnât bode well.
âMy office?â I suggested. I knew Marty was lying in wait there. Did I think I needed protection? Or a witness?
âOkay,â the detective agreed. She followed me silently to the elevator and up, then down the hall to my office. When she walked in she was startled to see Marty there, but she didnât protest. âMs. Terwilliger.â
âDetective,â Marty replied, equally curt.
âDetective, do you mind if Marty hears whatever you have to say?â
Detective Hrivnak waved a dismissive hand. âNo problem. But this is off the record, kinda, for now.â
That was curious. âYou know you can trust us. Please, sit down. Do you want some coffee? Anything else?â
âNah. Letâs just get this sorted out. Ms. Terwilliger, you know what happened yesterday?â
âI do. Nell filled me in this morning. Please call me Martyâitâll save time.â
âRight. Marty. Okay, a drive-by shooting in North Philly. Not exactly a rare event. One deadâa City employee named Cherisse Chapman. One wounded: Tyrone Blakeney. Oneâwhat do you want me to call you, Ms. Pratt?â
âNell. How about, one person completely out of place there?â
âThatâll do. One shooter, one driver. In a car that you and Tyrone tell us was checking you out before they started shooting.â
âHow is Tyrone, by the way?â I asked. Better late than never.
âStable. Shot multiple times, but none of the bullets hit anything vital. Chapman wasnât so lucky. Anyway, Tyroneâs talking, but he didnât say anything we didnât already know from you.â
âHe told you why we were there?â
âHe did. Hopeless cause, but I guess
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