Her heeled boots clacked over the manhole cover as she let Jamie hold her hand and practically drag her through the crowd of people waiting on the DOT city bus standing under the Plexiglas bus top shelter. The donut Shoppe’s sweet aroma filled the air and she'd give her cell phone for a cup of coffee. Getting up too early in the morning to meet Jamie on the private airstrip at Metro airport, she didn't have time for breakfast. Detective Diaz went out of his way to get the kids, Jonathan's supported through the years and a number of parents down to the precinct before school started to speak with them.Inside the vestibule of the station, they were ushered into an interview room she stumbled back at the crowd waiting for them. Kids lined the walls with their parents and a video camera was set up on the far end of the room with a chair placed before the lens.“Ms. Hernandez...I'm Detective Diaz,” he offered to shake Julia's hand before she could remove her gloves. “Mrs. Blakemore called, gave me a list of all the information that you'd need.”
