Before Hunter can argue, they take Moose away.
A police car pulls up, and two officers get out. One officer spots the EMTs loading Moose into the ambulance and heads in their direction. The other officer motions for me to follow her to the sidewalk. Hunter stays by my side.
“Can you tell me what happened?” she asks.
“Yes, I was with Moose?—”
“Moose?”
I point in his direction. The ambulance is backing up to leave. “The man who was shot. That’s his name.”
The officer nods.
“And that man, Marco,” I point toward him. He’s now covered with a white sheet. He really is dead. “He broke into Hunter’s house. This is Hunter.” I motion to him. “Hewas trying to kill me. And Moose and I ran out into the street. Marco chased us. He shot Moose and then grabbed me. I stomped on his foot and broke free. Marco was in the middle of the road when a car flew up the street and hit him.”
“Flew? Would you say he was speeding?”
I frown. “I actually don’t know. It all happened so fast.”
“Did any of you perform CPR or try to assist Marco?”
I shake my head. “No, I wanted to get away from him.”
“I’ll need to get your name and contact information.”
I give her my full name and phone number. She asks for my address and then asks for the same information from Hunter.
“Wait here,” she says. She goes to her car and gets in.
“She’s likely comparing stories with the other officer who questioned Moose.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Not my first time in this kind of situation.”
I glance up at him as his eyes watch the officer. Of course he’s been in this situation. Probably a dozen times. He works with the FBI, so of course, he’d likely work with other law enforcement agencies. Although, this isn’t working with them; this is being questioned.
The officer returns.
“All right, you said this Marco tried to break in?”
“No, he did break in. That’s why we were running from him,” I say.
“Can you show me which house and how he got inside?” the officer asks.
Hunter and I lead the officers back to the house. Thedoor is still wide open. Fortunately, there was so much commotion on the street that it doesn’t look like anyone else went inside.
We step into the kitchen. There is broken glass all over the floor.
“Do you have any cameras back here?” the female officer asks.
“I do. I’ll get that footage to you,” Hunter says.
“How do you suppose he got back here? It looks like those are sticker bushes in the back,” the officer says.
“He likely got into the neighbor’s backyard and then hopped the fence,” Hunter says.
She hands him a card. “Here is my contact information. You can send the videos to my email.” She walks past us and continues out the front door.
