A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

go home. I can’t lead this individual to our house. Who’s to say what
he’ll do when we get there, though for the first time ever, I take
comfort in the fact that our house likely swarms with workers.
Certainly no one would harm Bea or me while witnesses watch on.
It’s just by dumb luck that we pass the police station on the way
home. It becomes visible through the rain, only because a patrol car,
with lights and sirens blazing, comes speeding out of the parking lot
as we draw near. Certainly the driver of this other car wouldn’t be
stupid enough to follow us into the police station parking lot. As I
approach the parking lot, I turn my signal on and ease up on the gas.
I make the turn into the parking lot as the other car switches lanes
and accelerates down the road, leaving a spray of rainwater in its
wake.
Both Bea and I try, but neither of us manages to get a good look at
the driver or the license plate. It’s all just a blur, indecipherable in the
rain.