September 23
“What a dreadful question, Doctor,” Daniel said, scowling.
“It’s not without merit,” Katherine said. “If Alex got him good enough, there’ll be bruises or wounds– evidence. Something concrete that we can show to the cops.”
“I still don’t think we can go to the police with this just yet,” Phillip said. “But yeah, knowing just what happened would help. Did Alex get Rob good?”
“Sort of,” Mirielle said. Her voice was cracking; Phillip wondered if this questioning was still such a good idea. Despite Katherine’s tests, he wasn’t entirely convinced that Mirielle was in the clear. “Rob got out of the way of a few things, but when he knocked over the bookshelf…”
“The bookshelf?” Chloe gasped. “Please tell me you mean a small one…”
Mirielle shook her head. “Six feet tall at least, covered in our books from college. Heavy ones. They pelted him… he was bleeding when he came out from under it.”
“For the record, what were your actions during this time?” Daniel asked.
“I was trying to get out of the way myself,” Mirielle replied. “I was screaming at him to stop, but he wasn’t listening. He wouldn’t listen. So I told him I was going to leave him. That got his attention.”
“I can imagine,” Phillip said. “So what happened then?”
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