Officer Looney walked Gabrielle and Duvan toward the waiting ambulance. “Ma’am, you really need to listen to what I’m telling you. Your head is covered in blood, your friend’s head is bleeding and it’s obvious that you’ve both been traumatized. Let’s tend to you and then we’ll check on your husband.”
After a short pause he added, “Uhm, ma’am? Are you blind?”
“And nothing, ma’am. I just didn’t realize it at first,” he replied judiciously.
“Bucking for detective is he?” she said in an aside to Duvan.
“This is officer Looney,” he said into the microphone of his police walkie-talkie, “I’ve located the victim and we should be to the EMT’s in less than a minute.”
“Ten-four,” came the reply.
Gabrielle said, “We have been traumatized, you’re right, but so has my husband. Duvan, please go to the ambulance but I’m going inside to let Adriel know what’s going on.”
“What’s going on, Brad?” another voice inquired.
“We have Mrs. Gibeon who has been injured by her attackers and Duvan Diaz, a bystander that came across the assault and was able to help her escape,” he said in hushed tones. “Mrs. Gibeon feels as though she needs to touch-base with her husband before we transport her.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ‘Transport me?’ You need to slow down, cowboy. My husband comes first and then we can see about the-”
“Mrs. Gibeon I’m Officer Davies. We know you’ve been through a lot tonight and you have an obvious head injury that may be impairing your judgement but we need to get you looked at and then answer some questions-”
“That may be what you want but it is not what I want. I did not call 911 to report a crime, I called to tell you not to disturb my husband, a simple direction which you did not follow. You want me to co-operate? Great. Two way street. I go in and talk to my husband and then I’ll come and jump through your hoops. If that doesn’t work then you can just clear out.”
“Ma’am,” Officer Davies said forcefully, “you really need to let us do our job. A head injury-”
“Can be very serious. Yeah, got it. So why are wasting our time by keeping me from my husband?”
“I don’t want to keep you from your husband. I just want to make sure that you are safe.”
“Perfect. Then get out of my way and we can all do what we need to do.”
Sighing deeply Officer Davies said, “Looney, please take Mr. Diaz to the ambulance. I’ll escort Mrs. Gibeon into her home and then we’ll be right there.”
“I’m sorry,” Gabrielle said, “you’ll do what? No one has invited you into my home and since I am a victim here and not a suspect you have no right to enter it without my permission. Why don’t you stop interfering with what needs to get done and let us both do the jobs we have to do?”
The silence that followed was filled with frustration on all sides. Had she been able to see the withering look Davies directed at her Gabrielle might not have been so glib but when his most ferocious glare did not intimidate her he finally said, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll wait for you right outside your door. And ma’am? Come straight out, don’t clean yourself up. We need to take pictures for evidence.”