He quickly stepped away, a look of surprise on his face. Then Ms. Weber walked off as if she had just been out for a stroll in the city.
Hans looked at us. “She had a knife,” he said, “against my stomach.”
It looked like Beattie hadn’t been wrong at all. “Going back to the police,” she said, and we all marched after her.
Hans gave his statement to the same officer we’d seen earlier in the day, and this time, she looked even more concerned and promised she’d keep all of us informed about the investigation. As we stood to leave, she said, “I did begin this morning, but Ms. Weber is a very hard woman to find.” She looked at me closely. “If you see her again, don’t wait to come in.”
I nodded as a promise to her and myself. I wasn’t going to let this bully get away with her tactics. No way.
