Chapter Twenty-eight
The next few hours were a blur. Detective Lawrence was on the scene quickly and took my statement, even patted me on the back. I figure that’s the closest to “sorry” I would ever get.
I called the lawyer, Mr. Chalmers, and he came immediately over to the Convention Center. He presented the information I had gathered, which now might provide the police a jump in understanding about Cynthia and what drove David Bradley and Ramone.
That was a week ago. Mason and Felicia weren’t staying at my place anymore. The first night I spent alone I couldn’t sleep. I was anxious and had a panic attack. I called Mason and he talked me through the fear. The baby monitors were employed again. Knowing he was on the other end helped. When I did sleep, I had nightmares. My da
