Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Pregnancy or what

Back against the wall! When the party of police officers took Meyer to the station and locked her in the interrogation room, little did they know that she was not just an ordinary police officer but a Cadet Detective. The thought of being hurt by love was tearing her apart. As she sat across the table, waiting for the interrogation to proceed, she thoughtfully pitched on the secret she wanted to reveal to Brian and her final decision of walking out of his life.

“If love really wants to happen, it will happen anyways. If Brian is meant for me, he will find me like vampire locates blood,” she whispered within herself, breathing hard and reminisced on past events with Brian- their skating exercise and the wee times they spent on meaningful, soul-knotting conversations which she had expected was going to land them in the ice bag of love and affection.

“I don’t know how people pretend with feelings,” she whispered within herself, fondling her fingers. “How do I fight back the love I have for this dude when my obsession is greater than that of ocean to wave. I don’t care what they say; they may tag me insane or disgraceful but love itself is unreasonable and its loyalists ought to be unreasonable too. I have pretended for a time too long and I can’t keep up with a force much greater than the force than binds humans to mortality. I am going to give Brian an eternal break. I will disappear from the surface of Miami; so that in his life I may attain that symbol of obscurity. I wish you well, Brian. I wish you well.”

Just then the door creaked open and a chubby, low-cut hair, albino, police Sergeant walked in, stood before Meyer and tapped on the table twice.

And Meyer raised her head to behold a funny looking officer whose rank was much lower than hers- he was of the rank of a Sergeant.

“So you have been a threat to the oldie and her grandson. You are in for a dose of trouble today I promise you,” the police groaned and took the seat opposite Meyer.

Meyer snorted, dimmed her eyes at him and smiled delightsomely.

“Why are you all smiles? Do I look like a clown?” he inquired, stroking his mustache.

“What do you know about all this? Are you acting based on her allegations? Was that what you were groomed at Police College, eh, Sergeant?” she asked with so much alacrity that the police man shrugged, tilting his head backward in one moment of bewilderment.

“You speak as one that visited the underworld and came back with vouchers.” The police man said with his countenance in reserved sullenness. “Who the hell are you?” he queried, peering into Meyer’s face as she covered her face with her hands.

“Do your job and let me go because this is not a criminal case. I am not supposed to be here in the first place,” she said coldly.

The police man shook his head to assent to his thought of knowing Meyer’s identity- one thing he needed to know. . “I will speak no further until I know who you are,” he said, standing and pacing up and down the room.

Abruptly Meyer brought out her official identity card and wanted to flash it at him; looking stunned she wondered when the passport photo that was affixed to the identity card fell off without her noticing it. She perceived the passport photo fell off at home or somewhere around her compound otherwise she was going to get another passport and affix it for proper identification. Regardless she was going to show him and so she did.

Staring at the deformed identity card, the police doubted her, “But there is no passport photo affixed to your official identity card. It is unethical. I could take it for impersonation and it is an offensive criminal case in Miami, you know.”

Meyer’s facial expression became dreary and fallen, “I don’t expect you to believe my chronicles. But I believe you have got a data base in this station. I would fain oblige you to go right away, and check up Superintendent Meyer Frank.”

The police man smacked his lips thoughtfully, “A minute,” he said, collected the identity card from her and walked out of the room.

When the police officer walked in through that door for the second time, he threw his salute and stood at a standstill, with his chest held out to accord Meyer the respect that was due her as a senior police officer.

“It is OK,” Meyer said with apathy pouting her lips her thought still hung around Brian.

“But ma, why are you here? The oldie made an empty allegation against you. Does she know you are a senior detective with California Police Department?” the man said in a tone that depicted familiarity and respect.

“I don’t know why I am here.” A nauseating sensation churned her stomach and she had the urge to speak no further. When she stood and made a step, it was a waiver. “Please where is your rest room?” she asked as the uprush movement from her stomach was very much now.

“That way,” the police man pointed at a door.

And Meyer rushed into the rest room, throwing up repeatedly and noisily too. She panted as her face came close with this milky vomit that littered the sink. She opened the tap and water gushed out and flushed the mess.

“Are you ok, ma?” the police man inquired and he got another furious noisy throw up for an answer. Definitely she was not fine; earlier today she had developed chills with the same sensation and thought of going for a pregnancy test disturbed her so much that she procrastinated it. And now she was just going to leave for home and run a pregnancy test; and if it was what she thought it to be then she would be the happiest lady on earth; she couldn’t wait to carry Brian’s child.

Looking pale and drawn when she was out from the bathroom, she said to the police man, “Take me home.”

Pregnancy or what…