Page 55 of Savannah Heat
Jenna started into the room.
Marta spotted her, raised her hand, and pointed in her direction. “You, there she is.”
One officer broke from the group and came toward her. “You’re Jenna Myers?”
The room was spinning, but she managed to respond. “Yes.”
“Are you all right, ma’am?”
“I was attacked. Someone drugged me and gave me a shot in my arm.” Then Jenna went down again, falling into nothingness. The next time Jenna woke, she was in the hospital emergency room. The harsh lights assaulted her when she tried to open her eyes, and her head pounded. She couldn’t focus her eyes. She looked down at the hospital gown she was now wearing and wondered what happened to her dress. Then she began to remember.
Where was Dan? She blinked, trying desperately to clear her vision. She pushed herself up on the pillow and blinked several more times as she looked across the room.
A police officer was staring back.
She motioned for him to come over. “Can you tell me what’s happened?” Her voice sounded strange to her own ears.
“A robbery occurred at the senator’s party. You were found injured there, and we are waiting to question you. Can you talk to us now?” the officer asked.
“Yes, yes, I can. But first, can you tell me if anyone is here, for me I mean?”
“Do you mean is someone waiting to see you?”
“I was at the party with friends. Could you tell me if Dan Kelly is here somewhere?”
“No, no one is out there waiting. I don’t know about Mr. Kelly. I was just sent to be with you until you could be questioned.”
Jenna tried to sit up. “All right, what do you want to know? I need to get out of here and check on my friend.”
“I’ll have to get the detective, miss. I’ll just be a minute.”
A half-hour later, a tall, skinny man in his late fifties came in. The first thing Jenna noticed was his bushy gray hair in need of a haircut. As she looked him over, she decided he had kind eyes, and that made her feel better for some reason.
“I’m Detective Jenson, and I understand you feel well enough to talk, Miss Myers. Is that right?”
“Yes, whatever you need. But I don’t know much. Someone grabbed me, stuck a needle in my arm, and I woke up outside. I think they mistook me for someone else when the lights went out.”
Detective Jenson sat on the only chair in the room, and his nicotine fingers pulled a small black notebook from his jacket pocket. “Who do you think they mistook you for?”
“Well, I was standing with the senator’s wife at the time. So, maybe her.”
“Why would anyone want to take her?”
Jenna didn’t know what had happened to Dan or how much Marta had told them, so she hedged. “I don’t know…ransom, her jewelry, any number of reasons.”
“Tell me what you remember, the best that you can.”
“I don’t remember everything. I do remember getting the shot of something in my arm, but that’s about all.” Jenna reached for a glass of water by her bedside.
The detective crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair. “So, you didn’t take the necklace off the senator’s wife, hand it off to a partner, and then maybe you got double crossed?”
Jenna tried to sit up as she had a picture of herself being taken away in handcuffs. “What? Of course not! That’s insane.”
“The senator tells us you and your friend, Dan Kelly, convinced him someone was after the necklace, but was that some kind of a ruse, and could the someone be you or Mr. Kelly?”
“Again, of course not. Why would we advise them not to wear the real thing if we wanted to steal it?”
“A good question, and one I’m having trouble with, I don’t mind telling you.”
