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to them and took out a small stack of paper forms and a pencil.

Then the questions began.

Forty-five minutes later, Kayla was trying to stay awake as she explained for a second time how she
hadn't seen the gunman actually walk into the store, how she hadn't seen anyone outside the store who
could've been with the gunman, and that she hadn't heard the gunman say anything until after the police
arrived.

I wish Billy was here. He'd know what to say, how to handle this.
“All right,” Cable said, stifling a yawn. “Let's go over what happened when your friend Billy was shot.
You said you jumped the guy, he knocked you down and you fainted, and . . . ?”

“ . . . and I woke up when Officer Walker was asking me if I was okay,” she said, not saying anything
about the entire “blue lights” situation.They'll lock me up in a padded cell in five minutes if I start
talking about that, she thought.

To Kayla's relief, the policewoman switched off the tape recorder. “Thank you, Kayla,” she said with a
tired smile. “Thank you very much. Now all I need is for you to fill out some paperwork, and then I'll give
you over to Elizabet Winters, our resident psychology therapist, specializing in juvenile psychology. She'll
want to talk to you a little, make sure that you're handling all of this okay. I know it's been an awful night
for you, and you seem to be dealing with everything just fine, but we have to be certain. Elizabet will also
call your parents and make sure you get home all right. I'm sure they're worried about you, and will want
to know where you are.” She set a form and a pen in front of Kayla, then walked over to pour herself
another cup of coffee.

Call . . . my parents?Kayla thought in dismay. She looked down at the form and at the second line,
where she was supposed to write in her -address.What am I supposed to do now?

Maybe if I just fill it out quickly, then I can ask to go to the bathroom or something and get out of
the building.

Then I'll find Liane, and we can find Billy at the hospital. He'll know what to do, he always does.

Good plan.

She wrote in carefully: 6925 Hollywood Boulevard. Hollywood, California.

The other questions were just as bad; she put down fake names for her parents, grandparents, school,
and everything else.

Cable took the form from her, scanning it quickly. Kayla sat and waited, trying not to look nervous. The
policewoman walked to the door with the form still in her hand. “I'll be back in a minute, Kayla,” she
said, and left the room.

Maybe I should try to get out of here now,Kayla thought, then decided against it. Somebody would
probably stop her before she could get to the front door. No, waiting until the right -moment, that was a
better idea—wait until someone was taking her home, she could just walk away and then head back
home, to Suite 230.