mattress, careful not to pull or tug any of the wires hooked into me. “There’s a detective here to talk to you,” she explains in the calm voice she uses in desperate times. A tall man with a dark buzz cut and friendly brown eyes enters the room. “Kennedy Conrad, I’m Detective Johnson. I’ve been assigned to your case. Can I ask you a few questions about the accident?” I’m not ready to talk about what happened. I’d think they would give me some time, but apparently not. “Sure.” I force a smile. I know why he’s here, and he’s going to be disappointed because I have nothing to tell him. Detective
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