Mind Trap -- Preview

   "Mrs. Wiebe, we need to ask you a few questions," began Detective Sloan, the man who had accompanied Constable Jacobs into the room. "But before we do, we need to read you your rights. Do you understand?"

   "Yes, I understand," she said. "Can I call my husband. I left the house in a hurry this morning and we had a big fight."

   "Yes you can, as soon as we read you your rights and you have answered a few questions." With that the detective took a card out of his pocket and began to inform Debra that she had the right to an attorney and that she did not have to answer any of the questions posed to her by the officers. "Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you," asked Sloan.

   "Yes but now can I call my husband?"

   "Go Ahead but then we need to talk," he replied. Debra picked up the phone by her bedside and placed the call.

   "Hello, Jerry," she began in a voice that began to show much of the strain she was now under. "Can you come to the hospital? I've been in an accident and they want to keep me overnight for observation."

   "Oh my gosh Debra, I knew you shouldn't have driven out of here in the condition you were in." Jerry spoke in a very worried tone of voice. "I'll be right there."

   "Now Mrs. Wiebe, exactly what happened?" asked Detective Sloan.

   "I'm not sure," she replied. "I left the house this morning very angry but that's all I can remember. Traffic was also very bad this morning with people cutting me off or driving too slow."

   "Do you drive fast, Mrs. Wiebe?"

   "Not as a rule but as I said I was angry this morning."

   "Do you know what happened, any part of it," he asked again.

   "Not really," she stated. "Should I be waiting for a lawyer. "Why is that police officer here all the time and why are you asking me all these questions?"

   "Mrs. Wiebe, Debra, you killed a man with your car this morning. You rammed him against a brick wall twice and were planning to a third time when your car stalled. We have eyewitnesses who say that it appeared to be deliberate on your part. Can you tell us the man's name?"

   "I don't understand what you mean by killing someone. I could never kill someone. Did my car go out of control? Did I hit a pedestrian?" Her questions rattled on as if she had just come awake. She felt very confused. What did he mean she had killed someone? She couldn't have. She would have remembered something like that, wouldn't she? What had happened?

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