Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

mugged us. He took the cash out of Lance’s wallet and then he demanded my purse.”
The officer nods, flipping open a little spiral notebook he’s carrying with him. “And did you
give it to him?”
“What?”
He raises an expectant eyebrow. “The purse.”
“Oh. Um…” I pause to think. “No. No, he… He got distracted I think.”
“By what?”
“My dress.”
The officer cocks an eyebrow. “Was there something odd about it?”
I shake my head, tugging the robe closer to make sure more skin is covered. I’m keenly aware of
my bare legs and I wish I could’ve put on some pants before doing this. “I think he made a comment
about my breasts.”
“Oh,” the officer says, growing a bit flushed.
The other more aggressive-looking officer eyes me. “You think he made a comment about your
breasts? You’re not sure?”
“I know he did, I just can’t remember now if it was in front of Lance or when he dragged me
away.”
The nicer cop nods and jots that down in his notebook, but the hard-eyed one stares me down
like he expects me to be a problem. “It would help us immensely if you would do your best to
remember the details, ma’am.”
“Like I said, he made a comment. I’m not sure why that’s even relevant, honestly.”
“It is,” says the hardass, still holding my gaze. “We need every detail you can recall, even ones
you don’t think are important.”
I dislike him immediately and intensely. Still trying to be conciliatory, I say, “All right. Well,
now you know.”
“What did his voice sound like?”
My eyebrows rise. “Like a man? I don’t know how to describe a voice.”
“Deep? Low? High-pitched? Did he have an accent? Did he sound young or old?”
“I have no idea,” I answer.
Looking decidedly unimpressed, he says, “All right. What did he look like? We’ll need to note
anything you can remember now, and if you could come down to the station later today, we can get
more detail and have a sketch drawn to start circulating.”