The door was to Marcella's back and she couldn't see who was standing there but seeing the exhaustion on the cop's face was a little relief for her. Someone the cop hated was standing there and that gave her some hope.
Marcella tried to look back but before she could see who was standing there, the cop walked to the door and blocked her way. She heard some muffled murmurs and the detective grunted audibly.
Marcella heard someone else stepping closer and the detective decided to storm off.
"You must give me the copy of Mrs. Crawford's statement, Detective Keenan! Here on out, you will talk to me first before you talk to my client."
Marcella's eyes brightened hearing that voice. "Uncle Karl!" she stood up.
She didn't see her uncle there but John Emerson was standing by the door. Marcella was pleasantly surprised. She didn't think that an FBI agent came to her aide.
