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fish net torn, I had bite marks to my shoulder. I looked horrible, but strangely enough, never as sexy in my whole life.
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    I sat in a lightly decorated office, blanket wrapped around my shoulders and sipping some bitter coffee that the female officer had given to me. I looked up at the Academy of Law certificate that hung in a dusty glass frame. Then, I saw picture after of picture of people I did not know, groups of men and women, some shaking hands, some not, and then my eyes settled on the one of a man with the mayor of New York City. I was interrupted as the same man in the picture entered the small room and sat down at his desk. He shuffled a few papers in front of him and then looked up at me. His face was softer than I expected it to be, he was obviously in charge of this precinct, but he looked like someone anyone could confide in, if that makes any sense. A gentle soul, so to speak, I guess. He was also quite attractive, funny I even noticed, but I did. He cleared his throat and then leaned back, maybe he felt that leaning forward would make me uncomfortable. I focused in on a small scar above his left eye and he quickly placed a finger to it, rubbing it, more from habit than anything else. He did not look like someone who would be insecure about anything. I uncrossed my legs as he watched them and I crossed them the opposite way. I blew on my coffee and steam rolled up from the cheap Styrofoam cup. It was hot as hell and helping me wake up. I so needed it after the night I had just experienced.
    “We have officers on duty for rape and assault.” He said to me as I stopped drinking my coffee and lowered it to my lap.
    My expression remained calm. “I don’t need to talk to anyone about that sort of thing.”
    His eyes looked me over as he spoke to me again, his voice was low and soothing, it may have been on purpose, but it was comforting, just the same.
    “It is okay, I promise you that they are the best this city has to offer.”
    “No, I mean, thank you, and I am sure that they are, but I was not raped, assaulted, or abducted.”
    He leaned up and his fingers interlocked on the desk in front of him. He shook his head. “Shock is a natural state to be in after something like this occurs.”
    I interrupted him. “I was not raped, I promise you, I wasn’t.”
    His hands rose up a couple of inches off of his desktop. “Okay, well if not assaulted in that train car, then what exactly were you doing there?”
    I sat back and played with the cup of coffee in my hands. I looked down at it, catching my own reflection. I looked back up at him.
    “I did have sex, but it was consensual.”
    “Okay, with who?” he asked me and I grinned, I could not help it.
    “A guy, just a guy I met last night.”
    He cleared his throat. “Do you know what happened there last night?”
    “Well.” I grinned. “I mean he lifted me up and I grabbed onto these straps from the ceiling.”
    He laughed and held his hand up. “No, not the sex, I mean the car being hit by the train.”
    “The what ?” I lied, but I really had no choice. I mean, if I said that I was in the car and then pulled out, where would I be? In jail, probably…an accessory to murder.
    “There was a car on the tracks and the train hit it. There was a man inside, and he is dead.”
    My mind flashed to the driver falling over and the blood on my hand. I looked down and saw a bit of it under one of my nails and curled my fist closed to conceal it. “That is terrible.”
    “Well, I am assuming that if you were in the train car then you must have seen or heard something.”
    I shook my head ‘no’. “No, I didn’t. I am so sorry, but I didn’t even know, I was kind of busy.” I blew on my coffee and remained calm.
    “I had half the force there last night, you had to hear them outside of the car.”
    “I did, I heard the sirens and I heard voices, I even saw lights coming through the cracks of the car, but I never opened the door to see what it was