The Witness

killed Julie. I ran away.”
    “I’m going to send help. Give me your location.”
    “I don’t know where I am.” She covered her mouth with her hand, struggled not to break down. “I ran. I just ran. I think I’m near Lake Shore Drive. Wait. Will you wait? Don’t go.”
    “I’m right here. What’s your name?”
    “I’m Elizabeth. I’m Elizabeth Fitch.”
    “Elizabeth, do you recognize anything? A landmark, an address?”
    “I’m going to find one. I’m behind a house. A gray stone housewith turrets.” She limped toward the house, shaking violently when she stepped into the glow of security lights. “It has—it has a paved driveway, and a big garage. Decks, and—and gardens.”
    “Can you walk to the street?”
    “I am. I can see it. There are streetlights. If I go where it’s light and they come, they’ll see me.”
    “Just keep talking. Keep your phone on, Elizabeth. We’re using your signal to find you.”
    “I see an address. I see the numbers.” She read them off.
    “The police are on their way. Help is coming, Elizabeth. Are you hurt?”
    “No. No, I ran. I was outside when they came in. I was on the terrace. They didn’t know. They didn’t see me. He shot them. He shot them. He killed Julie.”
    “I’m sorry. Where did this happen?”
    “I don’t know. I didn’t get the address. It was on Lake Shore Drive. We shouldn’t have gone there. We shouldn’t have gone to that house. Julie’s dead.”
    “Who is Julie, Elizabeth?”
    “Ju— Julie Masters. My friend Julie. A car’s coming. I have to hide.”
    “It’s the patrol car. It’s help.”
    “Are you sure?” Panic crushed her chest, shut off her air. “Are you sure?”
    “They’re on the radio right now, approaching the address. I’m going to tell them to turn on the bubble light. You’ll see it.”
    “Yes. Yes. Oh, God. I see it.” She stumbled forward, into the light. “Thank you.”
    “You’re safe now, Elizabeth.”
    They wanted to take her to the hospital, but when she grew only more anxious, they took her to the station. She huddled under the blanket one of the officers wrapped around her shoulders, and continued to shiver in the back of the patrol car.
    They took her to a room with a table and chairs. One of the officers stayed with her while the other went to get her coffee.
    “Tell me what happened.”
    He’d given her his name, she remembered. Officer Blakley. He had a stern face and tired eyes, but he’d given her a blanket.
    “We went to the club. Julie and I, we went to the club.”
    “Julie Masters.”
    “Yes.”
    “What club?”
    “Warehouse 12. I …” She had to tell the truth. No more lies. “I made fake IDs for us.”
    His face barely registered surprise as he wrote in his little book. “How old are you?”
    “Sixteen. I’ll be seventeen in September.”
    “Sixteen,” he repeated, studying her, voice and eyes flat. “Where are your parents?”
    “It’s just my mother. She’s out of town at a medical convention.”
    “She’ll need to be notified.”
    Elizabeth only shut her eyes. “Yes. She’s Dr. Susan L. Fitch. She’s registered at the Westin Peachtree Plaza hotel, in Atlanta.”
    “All right. And you forged identification to gain entrance to Warehouse 12.”
    “Yes, I’m sorry. You can arrest me, but you have to find the men who killed Julie.”
    “You said you were in a house, not a club.”
    “We met Alex at the club. We went to his house. We shouldn’t have. We’d been drinking. We shouldn’t have. I got sick, then I went outside because …” Tears slid down her cheeks again. “I went outside, and two men came in. They shot Alex, then when Julie came into the room, they shot her. I ran.”
    “You don’t know where this house is?”
    “I could find it. I could take you, or draw you a map. But I didn’t look at the address. It was stupid. I was stupid. Please, we can’t just leave her there.”
    “Do you have this Alex’s full name?”
    “I … Yes!” Thank God. “Alex, but the man who killed him called him Alexi. Alexi Gurevich.”
    Blakley went very still, and his eyes sharpened. “You’re telling me that you were in Alexi Gurevich’s house, and witnessed a double murder?”
    “Yes. Yes. Yes. Please.”
    “Just a minute.” He rose as the second officer came in with the coffee. Blakley murmured to him. Whatever he said had his partner shooting Elizabeth a quick look before he hurried out of the room.
    “Given your age,”