“You saw Cockeye?” Mike interjected.
“Yes. Cockeye, he slam door…” The woman mimicked the motion of a hand slamming a door, almost taking her husband’s ear off in the process, “…and walk out as I am cleaning hallway outside. He look at me and he scare me with his eyes. I call Jorge to come get me. Sergei open door when he hear me on phone. He has been crying—”
“How do you know Sergei has been crying?” Mike needed it all laid out for any future court disclosure. Gone were the days of a couple of lines scratched in a memo book. It was all about the video now.
Mrs. Majewski sat back in her chair, frowning. The look on her face told Mike she was probably wondering why she had to explain what was so obvious in her mind.
“His eyes, they are red and swollen,” she slowly began. “His face is we
