Yes.” And, “Yes. That him.” “You are certain, Miss Frye? This officer—‘Jerold Zahn’?” As instructed by Byron Mudrick she spoke quietly and without hesitation. She was not emotional: not sullen, not angry, not resentful, not vindictive, not anxious and not fearful. She did not betray uncertainty, or apprehension. Her eyes were partway closed. “The young lady hardly knew the officer’s name, Officer. No point in asking her that.” Byron Mudrick spoke curtly, with an edge of irony. Third floor Pascayne City Hall, Family Services Division. On the morning of December 14, 1987, Sybilla Frye was seated at a table in an interview room making a formal statement to a woman officer from the Pascayne Police Department Juvenile Aid Bureau: identifying the “yellow-hair cop” who had raped her and participated in beating her on or about October 4, 1987. Sybilla wasn’t definite about the location of the assault. As Byron Mudrick had cautioned her, she should say that she believed she’d been kept captive in “some kind of van, like a police van”
