nurses. I donât think they saw us. We took off down the stairs and kept right on going until we were a couple of blocks from the hospital.
âDid you say what you wanted to say?â Amy asked.
âYeah.â Then I said something else I wanted to say. âThanks.â
Chapter Thirteen
Miranda was pacing up and down in the kitchen when I came through the door. She was holding Digby in her arms. He wasnât wearing a sleeper like he usually did around the house. Miranda had dressed him in a T-shirt and a pair of little baby jeans. She was more dressed up than usual too.
âAre you going out?â I said.
âThe police phoned. They want you to go down to the police station.â
I felt sick, like someone had punched me in the stomach.
âAndrew canât get off work. He said I should go with you.â
âAre they going to arrest me?â
âThey just said they wanted to talk to you and that you should come down there.â She picked up Digbyâs diaper bag and grabbed her keys. âWeâre going to have to take the bus.â
She didnât say anything all the way to the police station. When we got there, she asked for a police officer by name. It was the woman cop again. She showed us into a room and said she wanted to ask some more questions. She said Miranda could stay if I wanted her there.
âHe does,â Miranda said before I could answer. I guessed that Andrew had told her she had to stay with me. She settled Digby on her lap.
The woman cop put my wooden priest onto the table.
âRemember I said we found this in the park where Scott Alexander was beaten up?â she said. I nodded. âIs it yours?â
I stared at it. It was mine. Even without the initials I would have recognized it. It was beat up in a few placesâit had been for as long as I could remember.
âDid you take it to the park, Josh?â
âNo.â
âDo you have any idea how it got to the park?â
âNo.â
âThe only fingerprints on it are yours,â she said. âCan you explain that?â
âItâs his,â Miranda said. âOf course his fingerprints are on it.â
âI meant, if he isnât the one who hit Scott Alexander with it, why arenât there other fingerprints on it?â the woman cop said. She said it nicely, though. âWhen was the last time you saw it, Josh?â
âIâI canât remember. A couple of weeks ago, maybe.â
âDid you take it somewhere and lose it?â
I looked at her. The questions werenât the ones I expected.
âNo,â I said. âI never take it out of the house. Itâs always in my roomââ I broke off. It wasnât
my
room. âItâs always in the living room. Thatâs where I sleep. I keep it in a crate in the living room.â
âSo as far as you know, itâs never been outside of the apartment?â the woman cop said. She sounded disappointed.
âThatâs right,â I said.
âJosh, do you own a leather jacket?â the cop said.
âNo,â Miranda answered for me.
The cop looked at her. âWe can check.â
âHe doesnât own a leather jacket,â Miranda said. âWhy?â
The cop looked directly at me.
âScott says he didnât see the guy who attacked him. He says the guy grabbed him from behind, but he could tell he was wearing a leather jacket. He says he tried to get the guy off him. He slammed him backward into the cement wall that runsaround the side of the park. You know that wall, Josh?â
I nodded. I could picture it.
âHe says he rammed the guy into the wall and then tried to pull away. He says he could hear the guyâs leather jacket scrape against the wall before the guy started hitting him with that.â She nodded at the priest, but she was looking directly at me. âThe jacket must have got scraped pretty bad,â she said.