Chapter 14October 13th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
Cindy, the waitress and hostess for the Bay Catch restaurant in Bramson Bay looked very young as she perched on the edge of the chair in front of me.
She was a pretty young woman, her blond hair pulled neatly back in a ponytail, but her face was a mess from crying. I pulled out some napkins from the dispenser on the table and pressed them into her hand.
“Here. You’re not in any trouble, Cindy, we just need some answers about the men that attacked us.”
She sniffled and wiped her face clean. I crossed my arms and waited but I didn’t sit. I didn’t like this part of the job. Her fear, of what happened, of me, of her boss, it was like waves beating on my chest. Waves of her fear tinted with embarrassment and being so scared, but underneath i
