When Gabrielle opened their front door Officer Davies looked up and his head shot back and his eyes widened before he regained composure and slipped his law-man mask back on. “Officer Davies? I’m Adriel Gibeon. Would you like to come in?”
“Sure, that’d be nice, Mr. Gibeon,” Davies replied. “I guess I see why your wife was so insistent on getting to you. Sorry if we scared you with the knocking and such.”
The ambulance sat in Mistic View close to the house and Duvan was visible inside it. He too was bloody though most of it had been scrubbed off. He wore a green scrub shirt that presumably the paramedics had provided him when they had examined him. “My friend Duvan is sitting up in the ambulance out there,” Adriel said. “If they’re done with him, why don’t you invite him inside?”
Davies pursed his lips, did a sideways nod and unclipped his walkie-talkie microphone. “Looney, Davies,” he said into it, “would you bring Diaz up here when the Holy Cross boys are done with him? Seems Mr. Gibeon’s a friend of his and has invited him in. Maybe you could escort Mrs. Gibeon down at the same time,” he added, raising his eyebrows in Gabrielle’s direction.
“Officer Davies, you do know that my wife can’t see, don’t you?”
The mask that Officer Davies had resumed to hide behind did more than slip this time, it fell. “I’m sorry. Repeat that please?”
“Blind,” Gabrielle enunciated, emphasizing the final letter of the word with a guttural of her tongue. “I am blind and Adriel is wheelchair bound. ALS- Lou Gehrig disease. That’s why I didn’t want you clow- that’s why I didn’t want sirens and lights at my door and why I had to let him know what was going on.”
“I see,” Davies said, doing a quick head shake as though wondering if that was a phrase he should use. “This has been a bit of a SNAFU so far but let’s tend to you, get your statements and see if we can’t get out of your hair, shall we?”
“Yeah, that would be good,” she replied.
Officer Looney walked Duvan to the door and entered without asking permission. He saw Adriel in the wheelchair, looked over at his fellow officer who shook his head slightly. “This is Officer Looney. This is Adriel, Mrs. Gibeon’s husband. Would you take her to the EMT’s and get her checked out. I haven’t taken any photos or taken her statement yet.”
“I don’t think the photos are necessary, officer,” Gabrielle said.
“Well pardon me, ma’am but they will certainly be important as evidence in your case.”
“No, they really won’t be. I didn’t get these at the hands of my attackers. I got away from them without much problem. I did this to myself when I was running away and tripped and fell.”
“That is true,” Duvan added. “I saw her fall. The men who were circling her could not run after her because she had kung-fued them.”
“Okay, stop! Looney, take her to the ambulance and get a statement. I’ll talk to Mr. Diaz. And for pity’s sake regardless of how you got your head smashed up let the paramedics take a look at you, would you?”
“Of course,” was her sweet reply.