May 5, 2014

62.

I've never felt so weird in my life. Riding in the back of the police car was by far the most awkward feeling ever. We weren't cuffed or anything but we might as well had been. We remained silent as we rode there and exchanged a few looks periodically. Chris would even at time reach over to rub my hand to let me know that everything would be okay and to calm down but I couldn't help but worry.

When we arrived at the precinct it looked how it did on movies. How you walk through and all these officers are sitting at desks. Some were laughing and drinking coffee and others were making phone calls and eating. Luckily when we walked through with the detectives that most eyes weren't on us, but they're used to seeing new faces everyday so seeing a new set probably didn't surprise them.

When we walked in I was damn near glued to Chris' side, but a detective called me over and Chris walked the other way with another. He blew me a kiss and winked. I just wanted to cry. I may be being over dramatic but I've never liked police or their stations—though this is my first time being here.

Now I'm sitting in the double sided mirror room, feeling like I'm on Criminal Minds, waiting on the detective to come talk to me.

A detective walked in and I tensed up almost immediately.

She gave a fake smile and sat down.

"First I'm going to ask some general questions and then I'll start asking you about the victim." The detective said

I nodded.

She did ask general question as far as my name, birthdate, things around that.

"How did you know Sabrina Eason?" She asked

"I'm uh.. a real estate agent and I met her when I sold her a house."

"Were you knowledgeable of the fact that she was the mother of Chris' child?" She asked

"No, at the time I didn't know."

"How did you find out?" She asked

"Chris told me."

"And Chris is?"

"My boyfriend and father of our child." I replied

She nodded.

"Did you see Sabrina anytime recently?"

"Four days ago, yes."

"How did you encounter with her?"

I took a sigh, look them in the eye, don't look away and don't look down—you'll seem timid and as if you're hiding something. Chris's words replayed in my head. I know we're not hiding anything but the fact that I may appear weak will appear that I am.

"She has been harassing Chris for weeks. To texts and calling from different numbers that I've seen in his phone myself, she's been trying to come see him for a while. I assume he finally let her come over because I caught her with him when I came in and we got into a fight. After the fight, a man came and picked her up and that was it." I explained

The detective started writing away.

"What do you mean a man came and picked her up?" She asked

"A man came to get her. We were in the midst of the fight and a man walked down our block yelling, looking for her and she ran out there and he snatched her and made her leave." I explained

"How did he look?"

"He was of African American descent, he was really tall— about six foot three or something. He had a very low haircut and he was very buff. He followed her black SUV back in a blue car." I explained