Still only playing with them! This chapter is a little shorter. Not where I had wanted to stop, but it would have gone on forever! So…

Gillian let go of Cal's hand as she started to talk. He wasn't upset that she let go. He knew why. He saw the mask go up. If she held onto him it would be harder to disconnect from what she had to talk about.

She explained how she had come to the shop and seen no one and how she checked the closed sign. She heard a voice behind her…

"Before I could look around, I felt something hit me…hard on my back. It knocked the wind out of me. I fell into a table and hit my head." Gillian paused.

Detective Parker was listening intently and jotting down notes in his notebook. "You're doing fine Dr. Foster."

"Please. Call me Gillian." She closed her eyes for a second. "I remember hitting the floor and feeling like the room was spinning. I couldn't get my bearings. I heard a man's voice saying for me to give him my purse. Before I could even react to that, I felt him twist my arm and pull." She looked down at her arm and up to her shoulder. 'The same arm.' For a second, Gillian fell back 4 months and it was the copycat attack that was at the forefront of her thoughts.

Cal saw the slightest flash of fear. He knew where she had gone. But, just as quickly, she tightened her jaw and the resolve was back. He felt the anger in himself. 'She's tough. She shouldn't have to be. Damn it.'

"You're doing great Gillian. Are you okay to keep going?" Detective Parker was trying to make sure he didn't cause her any further upset by pushing too hard.

"I'm fine." 'Let's just get through this before I lose it. Please.'

"Okay. You said you felt him pull your arm. What do you remember happening next?" Detective Parker nudged her forward.

"He dumped everything in my purse out." Gillian suddenly felt like something didn't make sense. She closed her eyes and tried to picture it in her mind. "The voice was different." She said as she opened her eyes.

"What do you mean the voice was different?" Detective Parker was confused.

Gillian kept talking almost as if she was on auto pilot and had not heard his question. "I tried to look up so I could see him but everything was so blurry and I couldn't focus. All I remember seeing was the gun. The other man said 'don't look at me!' and I wanted to look away but I just kept staring at the gun. Then he kicked me…"

"Wait a minute. Did you say the 'other man'? Are you saying there were two suspects?" Detective Parker was definitely confused. They had never considered two suspects. Maybe she is just mixed up from the head injury.

"Yes. I heard two different voices." Gillian said with certainty.

"Did you see two suspects?" Detective Parker asked.

"No…I don't know. I don't know what I saw. Nothing was clear. But, I know what I heard. There were two suspects." Gillian knew she wasn't imagining things. She knew there were two voices no matter what she saw. She trusted her ears. Cal was the visual one. She was the listener.

"Okay, okay. So we're looking for two suspects then." Detective Parker was not going to argue with her. The video would clear that up when they could get a hold of it.

Gillian saw the doubt on his face. He didn't believe her. "Detective Parker I never forget a voice. I know what I heard. And if I hear those voices again, I will know them."

"Okay. I believe you Gillian." She was feisty and extremely certain of herself. 'That is so hot.'

Detective Parker switched gears. "What can you tell me about the gun?"

"It was a black, semi-automatic hand gun. I can't give you better than that." 'It was larger than life when it was pointed in my face.' They had pointed a gun at her. It still seemed surreal. She could feel her composure starting to fade. She tried to take a deep breath hoping to calm herself, but that backfired on her as she felt pain radiate from her ribs through to her back. She gritted her teeth and tensed up.

Cal put his hand on Gillian's. He took his other hand and started stroking it up and down her forearm in an attempt to help her relax.

"I'm sorry." Gillian felt embarrassed that her body was making this so difficult on her.

"It's okay. No apology necessary. I'm sorry I have to make you go through this now. Unfortunately you are our only witness." Detective Parker regretted saying that as soon as it left his lips.

"The only witness? How is that? No one else was there? Where were the employees?" Gillian hoped he wasn't implying what she thought he was.

"Don't lie to me detective. I'll know." Gillian was afraid to hear what he was going to say.

"There were two employees in the back room. They were both shot and died at the scene." You didn't have to be an expert to see the surprise and fear that now showed on Gillian's face.

"Oh, my God." Gillian felt sick.

TBC