Page 73 of The Honorable Texan
But he came awake quickly when Sanders, the police officer who’d arrested that woman last night, came into the room with a murmured apology.
“I’m just going off shift,” Officer Sanders told Rey.“I thought I’d stop by and tell you that we’ve gone over the scene of the attack and we have some trace evidence.The detectives will start looking for other witnesses this morning.We’ll get the people responsible for the attack on your brother.”
Rey frowned.“Get ‘them’?”he queried.“You’ve already got her.You arrested her!”
Officer Sanders averted his eyes.“Had to turn her loose,” he said uneasily.“She had an alibi, which was confirmed.She gave me a statement and I took her home.”
Rey stood up, unfolding his intimidating length, and glared at the officer.“You let her go,” he said coldly.“Where’s my brother’s cell phone?”he added as an afterthought.
The policeman grimaced.“In her purse, along with his wallet,” he said apologetically.“I forgot to ask herfor them when I left.Tell you what, I’ll swing by her house and get them on my way home…”
“I’ll go with you,” he said curtly.“I still think she’s guilty.She’s probably in cahoots with the guys who attacked Leo.And she could have paid someone to lie and give her an alibi.”
“She’s not that sort of woman,” the policeman began.
Rey cut him off angrily.“I don’t want to hear another word about her!Let’s go,” he said, grabbing his hat, with a last, worried glance at his sleeping brother.He wondered how the policeman could make such a statement about a woman he’d just met, but he didn’t really care.He wanted her in jail.
* * *
He drove hisrental car, with the off-duty policeman beside him, to Meredith’s home, following the directions Officer Sanders gave him.It was in a run-down neighborhood, and the house was in poor condition.It only intensified Rey’s suspicions about her.She was obviously poor.What better way to get money than to rob somebody?
He went to the door, accompanied by the policeman, and knocked.Hard.
He had to do it three times, each with more force and impatience, before someone answered the door.
Meredith Johns was disheveled and white-faced.She was clutching a bulky washcloth to her face and wearing a robe over the clothes she’d had on the night before.
“What do you want now?”she asked huskily, her voice slurred and jerky.
“Been drinking, have you?”Rey Hart asked in a blistering tone.
She flinched.
Officer Sanders knew what was going on.He read the situation immediately.He stepped past Rey, grim and silent, grimacing when he saw Meredith’s face.He went by her and into the living room and began looking around.
“Hard night, I gather?It must be a continual risk, in your profession,” Rey said insinuatingly, with a speaking glance at her dress in the opening of the old, worn robe.“Do your marks make a habit of beating you up?”he added with cold contempt.
She didn’t answer him.It was hard to talk and her face hurt.
Officer Sanders had gone into the bedroom.He came back two minutes later with a tall, disheveled but oddly dignified-looking man in handcuffs.The man, who’d been quiet before, was now cursing furiously, accusing Meredith of everything from prostitution to murder in a voice that rose until he was yelling.Rey Hart looked at him with obvious surprise.His eyes went to Meredith Johns, who was stiff as a poker and wincing every time the man yelled at her.The policeman picked up the telephone and called for a squad car.
“Please, don’t,” Meredith pleaded, still clutching the ice-filled cloth to her face.“He’s only just got out…”
“He isn’t staying.This time, he’s going to be in jail for longer than three days,” the officer said firmly.“You get to the hospital and let one of the residents look at you, Miss Johns.How bad is it?Come on, show me,” he demanded, moving closer.
Rey stood by, silent and confused, watching as Meredith winced and moved the bulky cloth away from her face.His breath was audible when he saw the swellingand the growing purple and violet discoloration around her eye, cheek and jaw.
“God Almighty,” Rey said harshly.“What did he hit you with?”
“His fist,” the policeman replied coldly.“And it isn’t the first time.You have to face facts, Miss Johns,” he told her.“He isn’t the man he used to be.When he drinks, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.He’ll kill you one night when he’s like this, and he won’t even remember doing it!”
“I won’t press charges,” she said miserably.“How can I?He’s my father!He’s the only family I have left in the world…”
The policeman looked at her with compassion.“You don’t have to press charges,” he told her.“I’ll provide them myself.You’d better phone your boss and tell him you won’t be in for a few weeks.He’ll have kittens if you walk into the office looking like that.”
“I suppose he would.”Tears ran down her pale cheeks, all the more eloquent for being silent.She looked at her raging, cursing father and sadness claimed her features.“He wasn’t like this before, honest he wasn’t,” she told them.“He was a kind, loving, caring man.”
“Not anymore,” Officer Sanders replied grimly.“Get to the hospital and have your face seen about, Miss Johns.I’ll take your father outside until the unit comes…”
