Chapter 7
Noon Saturday
Leena
I have not responded to anything the hospital has requested during their many calls over the past seven weeks. I feel fearful about what happened. But what could have I done? It all happened so fast. Jack should never have grabbed Damian’s arm. This is really all his own fault.
There were two men on my doorstep when I answered. One was wearing a police uniform and the other was wearing a nice three piece suit. But he too had a police badge hanging around his neck. “Are you Leena Marie Wright?” the man in the suit asked.
I was dead silent as I looked back and forth at the two badges. “Mrs. Wright, we have video of you at the hospital 7 weeks ago. Your husband has identified you as one of the two people who put him in the hospital fighting for his life,” the man groused.
“I am...Yes...yes I am Leena Wright. What is this all about?” I blurted out with fear flooding into me. “Mrs. Wright, please step out of the house. I am placing you under arrest for Aggravated assault with Grave Bodily Harm,” the man answered.
Before I knew it, the police man pulled me out the front door, spun me around and placed handcuffs on my wrists behind my back. “You have the right to be silent…” That was the last I heard before I passed out on the front porch.
When I awoke, I was in an ambulance with my right wrist cuffed to the siding of the gurney.
The man in the suit was sitting across from me.
“As soon as you are checked out at the hospital, you will be booked into the county jail to await your arraignment sometime Monday,” The man said.
I noticed that he had a name on the photo ID that hangs with his shield.
Detective Curtis it states under his photo.
Saturday 2pm
Jack
I am surprised when detective Curtis showed up in my room a little while after my nap after lunch.
“I have good news for you Jack. I placed your wife under arrest this afternoon. She was good enough to tell us where that man named Damain lived. She fingered him as the one who physically assaulted you.” Det. Curtis informed me.
“We have held your wife as well. She will be charged for aiding in the attack by not stopping it or not calling 911 when you were injured. She will likely be charged for Depraved Indifference for not rendering aid and just dumping you on the floor in the hospital,” told me.
“Please don’t let her convince you to drop the charges.
What she did to you was very serious. The injury you suffered was a life threatening injury and all she did was dump you on the floor,” he pointed out.
“Do not feel sorry for her. She set this all in motion by having an affair with a gang member,” he added.
“If I were a betting man, I would bet that the affair has been going on for quite some time. If this were a new thing, your wife would have freaked out when she saw how badly you were injured.” Curtis surmised.
“Head wounds bleed prolifically and yet all she did is dump you off. And from what that nurse Charlie told me, your wife has not come to check on you this entire 7 weeks you have been hospitalized,” he added.
“No, I won’t be changing my mind,” I assured the good detective.
I think that the anti-depressant must be working because as the detective leaves, I do not feel any emotion whatsoever about my cheating wife. No, I will not drop the charges and I certainly will not feel sorry for her. I will let the justice system run its course and she will get what she gets.