The Novel Part 7
I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. “A few months ago, my sister came by asking if I would babysit Anna.” I started. “I was working on my novel and didn’t want to but she seemed desperate so I agreed. It was uneventful for the most part with the exception of Anna’s nightmare.”
“Your niece had a nightmare?” Detective Johnson asked.
“Yes, from what I remember it seemed like a bad one. She was sweating and screaming, and crying” I said. “I tried to comfort her the best I could, but I’ve never been good with children.”
“What do mean by that?” He asked completely misconstruing my statement.
“I only meant I’ve never really been able to relate to them very well.”
“Do you even have evidence?” I asked
“Your niece has some bruising around her genitals, no semen was found at this late date.”
I could feel my stomach churn again. Someone is molesting my niece, just not me, just like in my book.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on but this whole thing is exactly what happens in my latest novel. It’s called Accused. I didn’t do this, I’m being framed, it has something to do with my book, I’m telling you the truth!” my voice raising an octave.
“Calm down, please, Mr. Black,” Detective Johnson said. “We’ll look into the book angle.”
Detective Johnson continued to question me about Victoria, Anna, and my book for the next three hours. Since he didn’t have any hard evidence, he had to let me go.
I walked wearily to the doors of the police station, opened the door expecting to be hit with a much needed crisp cool air. Instead, I was blinded by a flash from a paparazzi camera. I picked my arm up to shield my eyes from the constant blinding flashes going off in front of me. Oh no, I thought.