“I seem to recall that……sort of….” he said……

“Ok, detective I guess I have to do all the work for you..” I laughed into the phone…. “The driver that killed this woman, is on trial right now. Now, are you familiar of what I am talking about?”

“Oh…yea…….I remember now…..”

“Well, hallelujah….anyways, seems that Tina places a Mr. Roberts at the scene of the crime….”

“there was only one person in the car, and he is in jail……right now……..”

“I think you should do some more checking….if you remember correctly, the passenger’s side door was ajar…….and if what I read is true, the driver’s door…was jammed shut…….and yet, the driver so to speak, was sitting behind the wheel of the car when paramedics got there……sounds a little fishy don’t it?” I ask.. “Why would the driver lean over and open the passengers door, but not get out?”

“Well maybe the pain hit him…….”

“Well maybe the other person in the car was driving, had the collision, moved him into the seat and left the scene of an accident????”

“I’ll check into it Miss Porter……I will have to pull the file and do some snoopin…….”
“If you need some help, let me know……I have a few other cases in court today, but I will be back here in the office later on around 6pm….”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” he asked….. “I mean, you always stay late, and usually come in early…..”
“That……is none of your business……..I just love my job…….” I said as I snickered and hung the phone up…….

The rest of the day went as planned, and I won my cases, and the perps were put behind bars for beating on their women…….I felt good about myself, making the world a little safer one victim at a time…..Night came soon, and I was at home…..ALONE….AGAIN……..SO, TO BED EARLY I WENT…….

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A few weeks went by, and I made sure to visit Tina every day just as I had promised to. The days were getting more and more filled with thoughts of her, what she was doing, or what she was thinking. She hadn’t remembered anything else yet, and it seemed that she was at a stopping point….I was doing anything I could to help her remember any little bit of info, but nothing was working in my favor. I had spent many nights laying in bed, thinking of new ways to help. But, they had all failed. What the hell was I doing wrong? We weren’t getting anywhere. Is it just inevitable that her memory wouldn’t return?…….. I had come to the conclusion that I would find some places that her and Mr. Roberts used to go, and take her there….maybe this would work……I had to try something…..I had to help her somehow………