Chapter 27: Officer Jackie Druget
I called the police and told them about my situation with Miller. Officer Jackie Druget just happened to be in the area. Tall with tangles of red hair, breasts locked in her blue uniform, pale pink lipstick, and no mascara. I placed her at maybe twenty-eight or—nine and happily married to a woman who liked being an elementary teacher.
We went over my details three times. Officer Druget asked me the same questions several times, nodding a lot. Not once had I given her different answers to her similar questions.
Ten minutes into her visit, she told me, “I have the report. Right now, we have no real proof the man did anything wrong; therefore, we can’t respond. There’s no sign of him breaking in. And no sign he was even here. You have no afflictions. But t
