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"He told us he was a draft dodger. All we wanted was to help him cross the border. He said they were looking for men alone. So the three of us went together."
He himself is young; only 32. Half of his mind is on the way his wife will react to this news. The two girls -- the dead one and the one sitting in the chair next to him, shaking her hair to cover her face -- are his wife's age. When something happens to make his wife feel affected by a case, she seems to feel he should get personally involved as well. He does not want to -- not with this case.
"So you and Allison were in the student lounge, and this guy you don't really know -- this Frank -- approaches and tells you his buddy needs help crossing the border, right?" Blonde hair nods. "You do know this Frank is going to say he did not know the guy -- just had a beer with him, am i right?' He is so angry. "And so you and Allison decide to drive a strange guy across the Candaian border at 10 pm on a Tuesday night?" Blonde hair nods.
He looks at the blonde hair and sends for coffee, for anything; to interrupt himself, to regain control. He is so angry. He looks at blonde hair and knows in some ways she is worse off that the dead girl.
"Allison and I have been friends since the 6th grade. We do lots of crazy stuff together. Once we drove to Queens for coffee and came back the same night."
"He seemed so nice." Now the detective wants to shout. The room he just helped process was an abatoir. He hands her a lite cigarette. "Please don't tell my mom you saw me smoke?" He thinks she will just be a waste of space the rest of her life. They will bring her mother in about an hour; she must be sedated soon. He needs a statement from her; but she is disconnected.
"Why didn't Frank go too?" Blonde hair says "Frank said he was on probation for something; that it would be harder to cross the border with him in the car."
"Did you stop anywhere?" Blonde hair shakes her head no. "Allison put her books in a locker." He remembers that key. They had thought it was an airport locker key; a red one. It cleaned up green.
"So the three of you took Allison's car?" Blonde hais shakes her head yes. He already knows it's a little VW Bug. Perfect for a girl Allison's age; probably a birthday gift.
"It's a 4 hour drive here. Did you three talk a lot?' Blonde hair shakes her head no. "Allison and I were friendly, but he didn't say much about himself. Then we checked our cash. Allison and I had about $5.50 between us. He said he had plenty of cash and not to worry. Then he said thanks for helping him."
Blonde hair goes on, without prompting. "Allison and i laughed; we had never been in a hotel room before. I said my mom would whip us if she knew what we were doing. Allison laughed and told him that we got an apartment so we could get out of dorm rules; but we had told my mom it was just cheaper, and laughed."
He watches her intently; waiting for the moment when she won't be able to stop herself from telling him everything.
Blonde hair continues. "After about an hour and a half, we stopped for sodas. About fifteen minutes later, we were pulled over by the police. He got VERY nervous. The officer asked for ID for all three of us..but then he said "drive carefully" and let us go,"
"Where was this?"
Blonde hair doesn't know; isn't sure what time it happened or what sort of officer pulled them over. He still thinks it's a lead. He goes to the door and tells someone to start searching for the cop who pulled them over. Probably 200 miles around Niagra. Get on it. Three people leave.
Blonde hair asks "Is that important?" He says maybe..low key...very low key.
Blonde hair continues. "Allison drove all the way to Niagra..i was in the back. He started giving us directions as we got near the border. He wanted us to say we were cousins visiting an aunt and uncle in Toronto. But when we got to customs, all they asked is how long we were staying and waved us through."
He has someone looking for the customs agent now. So far, nothing.
"What happened next?"
Blonde hair shakes a bit more. "He was yelling at Allison to drive faster. At one point she was doing 85 on the parkway!"
"Was it just his yelling that scared you? Did he do anything else srange?"
Blonde hair is heaving her shoulders now; sobbing silently. But he needs this statement.
"No, but he was so angry all of a sudden."
"He picked a Holiday Inn from the parkway and told Allison to drive there. He went in while we stayed in the car. I almost told Allison to drive away; but i didn't."
Now, he thinks. She will tell him everything, without prompting. She needs to tell it, at least once.
"He came out of the office and handed Allison a key, and thanked us for helping him cross the border. He seemed relaxed again. Allison said she was glad we could help. Allison found our room, in the back, on the second floor. Room 239. We started to leave and he gave Allison a twenty dollar bill, too."
"The room was nice. Two double beds..tv..blue colors. We decided to go to bed. I went to wash my face, and Allison said she was going to the office for cigarettes."
"I was in bed when the door opened. i didn't realise it was him until he was right next to my bed. I triedd to get away on the other side, but he grabbed, me and punched me hard in the face a couple of times; i was kinda dizzy. I heard screaming and glass breaking...."
He reminds himself to have the lab boys type the broken glass for blood.
"Everyone was screaming. Me too, i think. I'm not sure I knew Allison was in the room. I was so scared...nobody's ever hit me like that before! I was bleeding and one eye wouldn't open all the way. I only saw hin for a second, but it looked like he had something in his hand..."
He looks at her upper arm. At the hospital, the doctor told him the blade went clear through; so the knife is what? 7? 8 inches?
"...until i saw you there at the hospital."
Blonde hair looks him in the eye briefly; afraid he wil tell her everything that happened while she was unconscious. He won't; that up to someone else. His shirt is clinging to his back.
The clerk in the office of the hotel said he came back in a few minutes, saying he lost his key. The clerk gave him another -- to room 239.
If only Allison had gone for help instead of breaking a lamp over his head.
What's the matter with these girls? Do they think nothing can happen to them? They should have been in their apartment, sleeping.
Instead, the dead girl is reduced to a prelim coronary's report. Stabbed 37 times. He hopes he can help this one.
"Let's see what we can do about getting you cleaned up, and then go pick up your mom, ok?"
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