Gigi jumped a little as her phone vibrated next to her, rudely waking her from her afternoon nap. The door camera had been activated. As she tapped the app open, a loud booming knock at the door sent her heart rate through the roof. Badger started barking furiously and her watch started vibrating, indicating that her heart rate was too high. “How did someone get in past the estate security guard?” Very few people knew where she lived and no one she knew would ever show up unexpectedly. Gigi froze hoping that if the knockers thought no one was home, they would go away. As she slowly raised her phone to look at camera, a second, even louder, knock startled her again. This time she jerked in fright and dropped the phone. “Fuuuuuuuck”, she voiced in a whisper.
A loud booming voice, like a violent god in thunder mode, shouted, “Police, we are looking for Gigi Dupont.”
Gigi picked her phone back up and saw a middle-aged man and young woman, dressed in plain clothes at the door. Her mind raced. It could be a trap. Often women are used in these kinds of home invasions. Sent in to catch people off guard, because, let’s face it, we trust women more than men.
“You don’t have to shout,” she said irritably into the phone mic, “show me your badges.”
Immediately two badges were held up to the door camera. She took a screenshot. “Names.”
“DI Murray and DS Nelson from the sexual assault unit, Renfrew Street Station.”
She started to get up from the couch asking, “What is this in connection with?”
“We would really prefer to discuss that with you in person”, the young woman said.
Gigi’s mind was racing. She could feel the sweat collecting in her hands.
“You need to tell me what you want”, she said.
The younger detective moved toward the camera and said, in a low soft voice:
“Do you know someone named Kyle Ross?”
Gigi’s blood ran cold. Her head felt like it was filling up with fast-flowing hot water, and her vision blurred. “Breathe, breathe”, she said to herself over and over again.
She knew she had to move toward the door, but she couldn’t.
“Hello, hello, Ms Dupont, are you okay? Hello?” she became acutely aware of the voices calling; an added noise she could not handle right now. She noticed she was hyperventilating. “Just breathe, it’s okay, just breathe.”
“Ms Dupont, Ms Dupont”. Gigi snapped, “Just give me a fucking minute for fucks sake”. She steadied herself, leaning against the wall as a wave of nausea caused her to gag. She forced an awkward smile. She had learned once that it inhibited her gag reflex.
They were knocking again, and calling “Ms Dupont, Gigi, are you okay? Could you open up?” The dog was barking, the voices were calling, her head was spinning, her ears were ringing, so she let go and let the darkness come.