The Police Drop In
January 27, 2007
The police have never been in my house before. I am a rule follower, a good girl. I have no idea how to proceed.
“You have been identified as a person of interest in an investigation of a missing person,” the shorter cop says. Is he the good cop or the bad cop? Again, I have no idea.
“Am I under arrest?” I ask.
“Not yet, ma’am,” says the other cop. (“Ma’am? What, am I 60 years old? This has to be the bad cop.) “You have been identified as a person of interest and we would like to ask you a few questions in private.”
I assume this is my cue to kick Sarah out. “I will call you if I hear anything,” I say breezily to Sarah, who has totally forgotten about her missing fiancee and now looks like she is aching to get to a phone and tell all her friends about this new, disreputable turn of events. “Ta ta for now!”
I admit that now I am a little worried about my missing friend; also I am a little worried that I am about to be arrested for no reason.
