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Following the attack on Nurse Inez, a detective paid Janelle a visit.
Janelle was just as annoyed by the fact that the guy woke her up since she liked to sleep in as she was that he dared to question her about the nurse. She tried to put on her best act and play dumb without being too obvious.
The detective introduced himself as Guillermo Solana and then got right down to business. “Do you remember a nurse named Inez Parker when you were hospitalized?”
“I think so. Black. Kind of heavy. Maybe in her 40s?”
“Yes, that's her.” The detective scribbled something down in a small notebook.
When he took too long to speak again Janelle said, “Mind telling me what’s up?”
“I'm getting to that but first, can you tell me where you were Tuesday night?”
“Tuesday night?”
Detective Solana nodded.
Janelle shrugged. “I don't remember. Where was I?” she asked her husband who answered with his famous shrug. “I'm usually home at night so I’m sure I was here.”
“You didn't go anywhere that night?”
“No, but I'm pretty sure it was the night before that when I went out with a friend.”
“Where to?”
“To eat and then to the mall to do a little shopping.”
More scribbling in the notebook.
“I'd still like to know what's going on,” Janelle said with faint traces of impatience evident in her voice.
“Well, unfortunately, Miss Parker is back in the hospital only this time as a patient.”
More silence.
“Well, I'm very sorry to hear that but what does that have to do with us?” Janelle said motioning toward her husband who sat on the couch nearby.
“Well, we're looking into anyone who had contact with her relatively recently because Miss Parker was attacked in her home. She had a young son in another room who overheard the attack as he called for help. Said it was a woman he heard.”
“Wow, scary. But I've never had contact with her outside the hospital or know where she lives.”
“Can you think of any reason anyone may want to harm her?”
“No. I didn't know her other than on a professional level.”
“What was your impression of her?”
“She was a nurse like any other nurse,” Janelle lied.
“Do you think she had anything against you personally?”
“No. Why would she?”
“Just covering all our bases. It's a matter of routine. So you would say she treated you well and didn't seem to know you or anything about you?”
“She treated me the same as anyone else but if she knew me in any way, it was news to me.”
“Miss Parker might have mentioned you to someone she knew who also knew you and with whom you didn't exactly have positive relations.”
Janelle pretended to be confused and surprised. “I’m not aware of any mutual connections.”
The detective scribbled in his notepad.
“Is this supposed to be someone who knew me or both me and my husband?”
“Possibly just you.”
“Well, if that's the case, she never said anything to me, but in the condition I was in, people didn't do much talking to me since I wasn't exactly able to respond. I'm sure you know what one of your wonderful fellow law officers did to me.”
“That must have made you angry.”
“I'd wonder about myself if it didn't.”
Another moment of silence as he scribbled away, aware of Janelle’s freakishly darkening eyes as she spoke. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his card. “Okay then, Ms. Stone, I'll let you get back to your beauty sleep. Here's my card in case you think of anything. Don't hesitate to call.”
“Okay,” Janelle said as she closed the door behind the detective. She looked at her husband who sat silently, waiting for her to speak first as usual.
“That was weird. I'm going to go back to sleep for a bit unless you need me,” she told her husband.
He simply shrugged again.
She should have figured as much too, sensing he sensed that she was somehow involved in the nurse’s attack, before she rolled her eyes and retreated to her bedroom.
Janelle made sure never to mention attacking the nurse in her journal but she did write about how she was questioned and wondered who might have attacked her and why, possibly to throw off anyone who may investigate the journal in the future. However, she hadn't been smart enough to think things through properly.
The nurse was still alive. As soon as she came to, she would be talking and pointing a finger in her direction.
Then what?
Relax, she told herself, no one can prove you were the one that attacked the black bitch. If they could, they would have picked you up by now.
All she had to do when she was blamed was deny everything and insist the nurse’s memory was mixed up and that she'd never had a problem with her when she was in the hospital. So why would she attack her? She figured the race card might be played, but she would still stick to her story…she was home that night and she knew nothing about it.
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