“Can you describe your assailant or the driver of the van?”
Anger toward the jerks who’d mugged her replaced the fear she’d initially felt. Biting the inside of her cheek, Jenna shook her head. “Not really. It was dark and everything happened so fast. I couldn’t see the driver at all, and the other guy was hiding his face with a hood.”
Standing in a quiet hallway adjacent to the emergency room waiting area, the officer taking her statement didn’t bother looking up from his notes. Sounding almost bored, he asked her, “Any memorable features of the one you saw? Scars or tattoos of any kind?”
What part of it was dark and he was wearing a hood does this guy not understand?
“I already told you I didn’t get a very good look at him.”
She’d shared that with him and everyone else she’d spoken with. The morning’s events had been playing on loop for the past hour, and she was more than ready to change the damn channel.
“Right.” The young officer’s thin lips curved into a placating smile. “Sorry. Okay, what about approximate height or weight of the man who came at you? Could you tell what race he was?”
“He was tall.” Jenna stated with confidence. “Around six feet. And lean. Maybe two-ten, two-fifteen.”
The asshole had towered over her. She remembered that one detail because, in the split second it took for the asshole to yank her purse from her shoulder and shove her to the ground, Jenna had noticed he was about the same height as—
Nope. Not going there.
With an unimpressed expression, the officer jotted down what she’d said. “Anything else?”
Closing her eyes, she willed her scattered mind to focus on her attacker. Conjuring up the infuriating scene, Jenna once again saw the man in question.
“Black jeans,” she muttered softly. “Dark gray hoodie zipped all the way up.” She couldn’t see his face, but the guy’s hands were coming toward her. Pushing against her chest as she yelled at him to give her back her purse. “He had olive skin. I think he may have been Hispanic, or maybe bi-racial.”
Or maybe he had a tanning booth in his basement. Of course, if he could afford that, he probably wouldn’t need to lurk around parking garages in hopes of stealing women’s purses. Unless he was a sick freak who did it just for kicks. In that case, who knows why—
Jenna blinked, rubbing at her tired eyes. Jesus, she needed to get some sleep. And then she was going to fix herself a very large, very stiff drink.
After I go to the bank to cancel my debit card, close my checking and savings accounts, and open all new ones.
On second thought, maybe she’d start with the drink. Or three.
“Okay, I think that’s all I need for now.” The officer slid his notebook and pen into his shirt pocket and handed her a small, rectangular card with his name, precinct address, and phone number printed on the front. “Here’s my contact information. If you think of anything else, give that number a call.”
In other words, he was going to file her report with the hundreds of other ones he’s probably gotten this week, and that will be that. Not that she really expected any other outcome.
Although San Diego’s crime rate had been decreasing slightly over the past few years, there were still plenty of other cases for the police force to worry about. Cases that were much more important than the petty thieves she’d encountered tonight.
“Thanks.” Jenna shoved the card into her scrub top pocket. “I appreciate it.”
She’d appreciate it even more if the cops could find the bastards and let her beat the hell out of them both…with the purse they stole. After she filled it with rocks.
“Do you have a way home, or do I need to find you a ride?”
Pulling her keys from her pants’ pocket, Jenna held them up. “I’m good. But thanks.”
“Okay, then. Be safe and don’t forget to call if you think of anything else.” With a nod, the officer turned and left her alone in the hallway.
With a sigh, she made her way to one of the employee side-doors, opposite the E.R. waiting room. The last thing she wanted was to encounter more well-meaning co-workers anxious to hear the story of what happened.
Slipping out of the facility unnoticed, Jenna felt on-edge the entire way back to her car. She kept her head on a swivel, scanning her surroundings with a watchful eye.
Her heartrate increased while walking through the open parking lot. After being slammed with one patient after another for most of her shift, the place was relatively quiet, now.
Nearing her car, Jenna glanced at her keys. “At least they didn’t get these,” she mumbled the silver lining to herself as she unlocked the vehicle and got in.
By the time she got home, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and block out everyone and everything. Instead, she put on a pot of coffee and changed clothes before heading back out to deal with the bank and that whole mess.