womanâ¦â
âWhat woman, Romee?â he asked, rubbing a tumbler dry. âYou keep saying that.â
âWhat woman? Mike, whatâ¦?â Romia sighed and shook her head in disbelief of his comment. âThe woman who was screaming bloody murder and accusing me of the same. Surely, your memory canât be that short,â Romia whispered, leaning in close to his face.
âOh, that woman,â Mike said, chuckling nervously, redrying the same tumbler as if his mind and actions were no longer working as one. âRomia, Iâve never seen her before. I noticed her when she came in. She was new. I watched her for a while, ya know, just making sure she wasnât a hooker or anything like that. Canât have that kind of trash in here stirring up trouble. Anyway, I watched her and it was like she was waiting for somebody, okay? Then you came in and all that ruckus with Shoni and Kel and then boom. I look up; everybody is outside and thereâs been a shooting.â
âDid you hear a shot? Did the woman come back in?â
âI swear. She didnât come back in. She never came back in. By the time I got everybody outta here, she was not one of them.â
âWhere did she go?â
Mike splayed his fingers in the air as if imitating a mist dissipating. âIt was like a ghost. She was gone.â
âDamn!â Romia spat. Mike was a little taken aback by her language. Romia wasnât one to curse.
âHow is Keliegh? He got carted off so fast I figured he was going to jail too.â
âNothing happened to himâ¦I guess.â
âGood. Would hate to see his career all messed up overâ¦â Mike paused. Looking Romia straight in the eyes, he asked, âDid you shoot that guy, Romee? I mean, everybody is saying you did. That IA guy said you did. He called you a swerve.â
âSwerve? What is that?â
âLike a disgruntled postal worker, I guess. You know, a cop who finally snaps. You never heard the term? I never heard the term.â
âNever needed to know the term, and no, I havenât snapped.â Romia felt her blood beginning to boil. This was the second time sheâd heard her mental state being questioned. Tommy had said something about it last night and now Mike was inquiring. Was everyone thinking she was crazy? She sure was starting to feel that way. Crazy.
âRomia, everybody knows your temper. Your jacket got messed up with that little Jack Daniels and youâ¦you got out of control and shot that guyâ¦for nothing. It was your gun that killed him, I heard,â Mike added, looking around. âAnd now youâre on the lam. And, actually, I think you need to leave here before you bring the heat on me for real. That Maxwell guy said heâd have my license if I even âthought out loudâ about last night, let alone talk about it with anybody.â
âMike, come on, you know I didnât shoot that guy. For what. Bumping meââ
âYeah, just like that. He got booze on that fancy jacket of yours and you lost it.â
Smacking her lips, she readied her mouth to deny it, but then surrendered without a fight. âYeah, well. Did you know him?â
âNo. Just like that woman. Had never seen either of them before.â
âDang, Mike, do better than that, gimmie something.â
âI canât. That guy talked to me, Romia. I canât talk to anybody about anything. Heâll pull my liquor license andââ
âWhat guy?â
âThe IA guy, Maxâ¦â
âMaxwell something. Yeah, been hearing that name a lot. Mike, you know everybody in this precinct and beyond. Who is that guy? Keliegh doesnât know him. I donât know him.â
âNever seen him before either, but heâs goodânew, I guess. But whatever he is, he got this place cleaned up in record time. Got that body outta here, questioned everybody, and, wellâ¦took