Prologue Continued

It was an hour later when the Detective finally jumped into the back of the ambulance where she had been put to keep warm. Rick and Lisa took that as an indication to head for the hospital and it wasn't long before they were on their way.
"I told you that I would have questions for you to answer," he said earnestly, leaning over her beside to look her in the face, "I am Detective James Cameron. Can you tell me your name?"
Phoebe stared into his beautiful eyes and made herself answer, her voice sounding raspy as she responded, "Phoebe Banks."
He smiled at her and jotted some notes in his notepad as he asked another question, "What were you doing in the alley at this time of night, Mrs. Banks?"
"Its Miss, sir." she corrected instantly, "I was on my home to the apartment complex nearby. My shift eneded at midnight and I was cutting through the alley."
James nodded and ran a hand through his unruly curls, "Alright, did you get a look at the man who killed the boy?"
Tears immediately came to her eyes as she recalled the fear in Keagen's eyes, "Yes his name is Mikey, he had bright carret red hair and a tattoo of a snake on his neck. The victim, Keagen, was selling drugs from him and spent the money on other drugs which he used."
"That's a lot of good information, ma'am. I am sorry you had to go through that." He looked at her with concern in his eyes, "Did anything seem strange to you about it all?"
Phoebe nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes, "As a matter of fact, there was something that still feels weird. Keagen pleaded for his life, saying that he would do anything if he could just be saved from death. Mikey had stepped back and I almost thought he was being sincere. But then all of a sudden he turned and said that he didn't know if he could trust him anymore. That was when he turned and shot him three times."
Silence enveloped the small space as James jotted down the information. Suddenly his expression turned to anger and he slmmed his fist down hard on the counter beside him, "He's at it again; the imbicile."
Frowning, Phoebe tried to sit up but a sudden dizziness caused her to lay back down, "What do you mean?"
He turned to her and smiled weakly, showing her his deep dimples near his mouth, "Don't worry, we'll catch him. The important thing is he didn't get a look at you, at least you will be safe."
Although she knew that was not true, Phoebe just nodded and said nothing about the criminal getting a very clear picture of her face. She did not need some police escorts following her around everywhere she went. The last thing she needed was to feel suffocated in the little life she led.
Once they reached Vancouver General Hospital, James walked alongside her stretcher as they brought her into the ER. He immediately commanded attention to her, letting them now she was a victim who had witnessed a terrifying crime. It wasn't long before she was tucked in a warm bed on the Psychiatry ward. Altough she did not feel like she belonged in such a place, Phoebe was happy to finally be in a comfortable warm bed with room to herself. It took a few hours of tossing and turning and then a wild panic attack for the nurse to give her a sedative so she could sleep. Within a half hour she was sleeping so tight that a trumpet blown directly in her ear could not have awoken her.