Page 69 of The Girl from Widow Hills
“No,” I said. “I had to cut my day short for this as it is. I’ve got to catch up.”
I held the door open, gesturing her out. She paused, and for a moment I thought she wouldn’t leave, that she was going to pull out a warrant right then. But she didn’t.
“A word of advice, Olivia. Stop telling Mr. Aimes things related to this case.”
And with that, she left.
I knew there were two basic theories if Sean Coleman had been hanging around outside our homes:
The first was that Rick had seen him watching and hurt him.
The second was that it had been me. Either in self-defense or not. But I’d given them the letter; I’d cooperated. I’d lost any hope of anonymity in the process.
There was no way to stop it now. I had to protect myself.
TRANSCRIPT OF 911 CALL FOR SERVICE
DATE: OCTOBER 17, 2000
TIME STAMP: 5:47 A.M.
DISPATCH:911, what is your emergency?
CALLER, UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE:Oh my God, it’s my daughter. She’s gone.
D:Ma’am? What do you mean by gone?
C:She sleepwalks, and she’s not in her bed. She’s nowhere. Please, please help me. Oh my God. Arden!
D:Okay, is Arden your daughter, ma’am?
C:Yes. The front door is open and she’s just gone. She’s gone.
D:Okay, have you checked outside yet?
C:Of course I did.
D:What is your exact address?
C:[ADDRESS REDACTED] Please help me. Oh, God, please.
