Chapter 170: Police Report

Bring her in and have her file a DV report. Scrapper will file the missing person’s report. – SGT Alyssandra Murphy, Monroe Police Department, codename Robo Cop, RC

The morning after they took Leo’s body out to the pig farm, Molly and Tammy took Priscilla to the police department. Her bruises had faded but were still clearly visible. There was no acting in her nervousness at being there.

A kind female police officer took her to a private room and documented the abuse. Once the pictures were taken, she was taken to an interview room. Nervously, she sat down in the chair and looked at the officer.

“Can my mom be in here with me?”

The soft-spoken question seemed to touch the officer’s heart. “Let me go see if she is done with her statement.”

Murphy had warned them that the interrogation rooms were filmed. Left on her own, she laid her head down and began to cry. She cried for the time that had been lost on a relationship that was doomed to fail. For the life that could have been. The uncertainty of everything ahead of her.

The door opened and Tammy walked in and sat next to her daughter, pulling her into a hug. Priscilla’s tears were real. Her shame was real. Her fear was real. All of this made it into Officer Willa Harrison’s report.

“I’m so sorry,” Priscilla cried. “I should have come home sooner.”

“Shhhh….” Tammy pressed a kiss to the top of her head, blinking back her own tears. “You’re home now.”

Officer Harrison cleared her throat softly, not only to remind mother and daughter that she was there, but to brace herself for the emotional toll they were all going to experience. “Priscilla, I’m guessing from that statement, that this is not the first time that he hit you?”

Turning to look at the other woman, she shook her head no. “Sorry, I guess I need to actually speak and not just shake my head.”

Giving a sympathetic smile, the officer replied, “It helps, that way there is no doubt with your answers.”

“No,” Priscilla admitted, “this was not the first time that he hit me. But it was the worst that ever happened. And it will be the last time that he ever hits me.”

With the officer asking questions and making notes, Priscilla explained how Kenny, Leo to his friends, convinced her to move in with him. She talked about how he became more and more controlling over the last several months.

“He, ummm, he broke my glasses so that I was forced to wear my contacts all the time. My eyes are naturally brown, and he didn’t like that fact. He preferred that they were this blue.” She motioned absently to her eyes.

“We can make him pay for that, right?” Tammy asked angrily.

“That would be a civil matter, but the destruction of a medical aid, and yes, glasses are medical aids, can be an additional charge. That would all depend on what the DA says,” Officer Harrison said as she made another note on her already full notepad. She flipped the page and started a third page of notes. “When did it start escalating?”

Tears started flowing out of Priscilla’s eyes again, as she realized exactly when his abuse started getting worse. Softly, she whispered, “It’s my fault.”

“No,” the officer said as she laid a comforting hand on the upset woman’s arm. “There is nothing that you could have done that caused you to deserve this. It’s on him to control himself and not do this to you no matter what you did. But nothing, absolutely nothing, warrants you getting abused.”

“My friend was in Boston for a day, and I went to go see him at his hotel. We fucked. A lot. We went through a small box of condoms and just before I left, he fucked me raw. I got home late, Leo was already there and I didn’t get a chance to take a shower.”

“And you think that he could tell that you had sex earlier in the day?”

“Yes.” She nodded, unable to look at her mother. Keeping her head down, she continued, “A few days later, a friend covered for me, and I went out to another friend’s house. He and his partner are both bi. I went there with the intention of them both fucking me. They also fucked me raw.”

“I want you to know that there is no judgement, I just need to clarify,” she said as she paused in her notes and looked at the upset young woman. “By raw, you mean without a condom?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Again, no judgement, having an affair is not illegal, and I am not the morality police. Did this ever happen before?”

“Yes, but we were always careful. He cheated also; I just got tired of the double standard.”

“Okay, I’m going to have to get their names, we may need to talk to them.”

“Why?” Tammy asked. She had not been prepared to hear about her daughter’s infidelity. Certainly not prepared for her to have to list out her lovers.

“To see if they knew about the abuse.”

Priscilla shook her head, “I never told them.”

“That does not mean that they did not know.”

She swallowed loudly and then took a deep breath. “Staff sergeant Peter Landon, road name is Denver. Specialist Dwayne Morgan, road name is Porthos. Both of them are in the Army. Lieutenant George Rossi, Marines, and his road name is Go-Go.”

“And they are all in the Saints?” She asked as she wrote down the names and then turned the notepad, “Can you give me their phone numbers?”

Priscilla took the pen and let out a breath, “There was also a one-night stand while I was down in Louisiana in March. I don’t know his legal name, but I can give you the road name for the club and his phone number.”

“Please, and the last known address for Kenny and any address that you think he might be at. Phone number too.”

She started writing and then paused, “He recently got his passport because his boss wanted him to start making deliveries to Canada.”

The officer nodded and then accepted the notepad back. “I’m going to go get the ball rolling, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Priscilla nodded and waited until the police officer left the room before turning to her mom who opened her arms to her. Crying on Tammy’s shoulder, she murmured her apologies for disappointing her parents. Tammy held her close and kissed the top of her head.

“There is nothing that you can do that would ever disappoint us.”

She pulled back and looked at her mom, “I’m pregnant and I don’t know which of the four men is the father.”

Tammy sat in silence for a moment before smiling, “I’m going to have a grandbaby?”

Smirking, Priscilla nodded.

The door opened and the officer stood in the doorway, “When was the last time you saw Kenny?”

Priscilla shrugged, “Three days ago? The morning of…”

“A missing person’s report was filed after a fight at the clubhouse.”