Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Anything that would help.” He got to his feet and did a good interpretation of wringing his hat it in his hands if he had one. Detective Sparks waited for him to speak, but he didn’t say anything as he turned and headed for the door.
Once there, he stopped again, looking back at her as if uncertain about something. She didn’t say anything when he turned and walked back to her desk. “There’s something I need to ask about.” Bobby still wasn’t sure he should say anything. For one, he and Gil had been drunk as two skunks that night, so it’s safe to say anything could’ve happened that they’d have forgotten.
But in all his years of drinking and he’d been blind drunk a time or two, he doesn’t ever remember being so drunk that he couldn’t remember what he did the next day. So even if Gil has that problem, he doesn’t. “What is it, Bobby?” Detective Sparks pushed as the man stood in front of her desk, looking lost and uncertain.
“Oh, sorry, I was just trying to get my thoughts together. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble or anything.” For someone who was screwing someone else’s wife, the guy sure does come across as dubiously innocent.
“Just spit it out, and we’ll see what’s what.”
“Okay, here goes. The other night, the night after you guys found Mel, the Davis’ babysitter came over to Gil’s place.” Here he turned red as a sunburnt baby bottom and looked down at the floor.
“Go on, what happened Bobby?”
“Well, Gil and I were pretty deep in the cups by that point and… and.” Bobby closed his eyes, suddenly feeling the shame of what he had done. No matter how he thought about it, he didn’t think he was that much of an asshole to have done what he did.
The words spilled from his lips, and he barely got through sharing them without throwing up. He expected to see scorn or disgust on the detective’s face, but it showed neither. “Okay, so you two needed a way to work through the grief, I don’t see what that has to do with the case.”
“No-no, it’s not that it’s just… Well, you see, neither Gil nor I have any recollection of how we got from point A to point B.” His face really went up in flames this time.
“Well, like you said, you were both drunk.”
“Yes, but I’ve been drunker, and nothing like this has ever happened. It’s like I lost those few hours, you know. And Gil feels the same. He can’t remember anything, either.”
“Are you saying you think you were drugged?” Bobby nodded his head, feeling a new kind of embarrassment. It’s usually women complaining about this stuff, he never heard of a man having this issue before. Will the hotshot New York detective laugh at him now? No doubt she was calling him all kinds of fool in her mind.
Most people will probably think that he should be happy about something like this happening. After all, Bridgette, the nanny isn’t a bad looking girl. But somehow the thought left him cold. Cold and somehow feeling vulnerable. If what he suspected was true, then he felt like nothing more than a piece of meat. And for it to happen at such a time only added insult to injury.
Far from laughing at him, Detective Sparks was giving the accusation some serious thought. What would be the angle though? From what she remembered of the bubbly young girl she was more flirt than killer. “Did you or Gil ever have any dealings with Bridgette before that night?”
“No ma’am. She came over saying that she was there to give us her condolences.”
Bobby strained to remember the sequence of events that night but things were still a little blurry for him. He only recalled her pouring them a drink and then waking up in the morning and told Detective Sparks as much. “Hmm, would you submit to having your urine tested? It’s not been the full seventy-two hours yet and if you were indeed drugged there’s a good chance it will show up.”
“Can I? What about Gil? Should I tell him? He’s already torn up about Mel, I don’t know…”
“Would you like me to talk to him?”
“Yes, please, and…and…and, the two of us can go together. If she did what I think she did she shouldn’t get away with it. But what about if…if we…you know, went along with it?”
“It doesn’t matter Bobby. If you were drugged then the decision had been taken from you and that’s against the law. If it comes back positive would you want to press charges?”
“Yes ma’am I would, and Gill too.”
“Okay Bobby, I’ll write up a script to have you both tested but I’ll go see Gil first okay.”
‘Thank you, thank you so much.” Bobby was just relieved that she didn’t talk down to him or brush him off. Even though he hadn’t made a big deal out of it, he could tell that their actions that night were weighing on Gil’s mind and he didn’t want the other man bearing any guilt over something he had no control over.