“You know as well as I do that I didn’t hurt that kid!”
“You may want to contain your screaming miss; it won’t be helpful to your case. What was your name?”
“Margaret Grant.” Her voice lowered. “I’m sorry sir; I’ve just been high strung ever since this all started.”
“It’s quite alright Mrs.Grant.” He flipped through some papers that were sitting in front of him on the desk. “So…it says here that you are being accused of ‘backing up your car and running over a six year old’. Could you please explain?”
“Well sir, it was a Sunday morning-”
“Yes, 9:05 September 18th, correct?” He interjected.
“Correct. I walked outside, and it was super quiet. I was sure that no one was around, though I did check around my car to make sure nothing was under it. Cats have been known to hide there in the cold months.”
“That’s good.” He grabbed a pen and a pad to take notes. “And there was no sign of the child at this time?”
She shook her head. “None at all.”
“Interesting. So, Mrs. Grant, was there anyone else with you at the time?”
“In the car? No, my husband was already at work, and I don’t live with anyone else.”
“Hmm…” He paused for a moment, thinking to himself as he scribbled his notes. “Did you take any other precautions?”
“Oh, yes. I checked my mirrors, and rolled down my window to look behind me while I backed up-”
“Did you see anyone behind you when you took these measures?”
“A-are you accusing me, Mr.Grayson?!”
“Merely a question miss; I’m trying to help your case in any way I can. Like I said before, having such explosive responses will only hurt you in court.”
She huffed. “I did not see a soul. So I started backing up as carefully as I could; I was aware that children lived in the area.”
“And then what?” He pressed.
“Well…what happened next was quite peculiar. I had stopped, looking down at my purse for just a moment to make sure I had my phone. Before I even started to go again, I looked at my windows again just in case-”
“You sound like a very cautious woman Mrs.Grant. It’ll be a good angle to take in court. Please, go on.”
“Of course. So I continued, and that’s when I felt a thump.”
“So you’re saying that you DID hit the kid?”
“Let me explain. When a window is open you should be able to hear what is outside correct?”
“Depends on the…” His voice trailed off as he went through the pages. “Oh, one of those electric cars?”
“Yes, and they make little to no noise. Shouldn’t I have been able to hear the kid before it got under my wheel?”
“Okay, now you’ve got my attention. So, what you’re saying is that the kid might’ve gotten under your wheels, but…?”
“I didn’t kill him. He was already dead.”
Grayson’s eyes widened with intrigue. “Oh, quite an angle miss; you’ve got my attention. How, do you theorize, was he already dead?”
“If you were to go back to the scene of the crime; it’s quite obvious.” She pulled out a folder and pulled out a handful of photographs. “This is a picture taken from across the street, about a month before the incident happened. See that hedge?”
“What about it?”
“See how it borders our driveway? His mother could’ve easily hid in there, pushed her kid under my car, and then jumped out the other side and ran out in mock surprise when I ran over the corpse.”
“Wow…honestly, I’m impressed. It’s the perfect crime; no one would suspect the mother.” He thought aloud in a mumbled tone. “So, how do you propose we get a search warrant? And a proper autopsy report for that matter?”
“I’m…not sure.” She muttered in a frustrated tone.
“While we’re on the subject, just for legal reasons, do you have a solid reasoning for why these photos were taken in the first place?”
“Oh? My husband had just finished the roof, and I was taking pictures to show my friends. I don’t see why that’s important, though…”
“We mustn’t leave any stone unturned miss, with a case like this the prosecutor will be looking for any way that they can shoot us down.” He jotted down the new information.
“Now…about the more pressing matters…” His voice trailed off, coming back when he had flipped to the correct document in the stack. “It doesn’t seem like an autopsy took place. It seems that the mother actually opted against it.”
“Don’t they have to?” Grant questioned. “I thought that was a legal, for the books, kind of thing.”
He chuckled. “Miss, law is never so simple. No, in this situation, it makes sense, unfortunately. The police already feel certain that they know how this child died, and the mother, not wanting the procedure to happen, actually helps her case by making herself seem like a caring mom that just wants to get her little angel in the ground.”
“Well, can we get one done?” She questioned a bit impatiently.
“Maybe…I need to contact the police and investigators, but I will definitely get you an answer to that question in due time. If there is resistance, then we’ll work from there.”
“Thank you, Mr.Grayson.” She paused for a moment, looking nervously down at her hands. “I have one more question before our time is up.”
“Do you believe me?” She asked, looking back up.
He leaned back in his chair, pondering the question. “When I first heard that I was taking part in this sort of case, even I was a bit skeptical that it would work out. Whenever anything has to do with kids it never seems to pan out in a favorable way. I was actually considering dismissing this one and giving it to one of my other colleagues because it didn’t sound too promising…until you told me about your reasoning.” “You don’t think I’m crazy?” He shook his head. “No miss, you and your reasoning skills are actually quite brilliant. It could be our ticket to proving your innocence. I believe that as we move on with this case that the pieces are going to fit together quite nicely.”