Two long strides later, he was sitting across from her, pulling his laptop toward him. His gaze settled on her with an intensity that was unnerving. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”
“I’m fine,” she assured him. But from the skeptical look on his face, she didn’t think he believed her.
“Everything in here is recorded.” He waved toward the camera anchored near the ceiling on the wall to her left. “For your protection and mine.”
“I saw the camera as soon as I walked in. I assume someone is also watching us through the one-way glass in the top of the door behind me.”
“They could if they wanted. But I think Pops is more interested in finishing his reports so he can leave on time today.”
“Pops?”
“The only ranger in the office right now, the older guy, Oliver McAlister. We call him Pops because he’s been here longer than anyone else and treats us all like his kids.”
He smiled again, making her wonder if he was trying to put her at ease or whether he was one of those people who always seemed happy. Those kind of people got on her nerves and made her fingers itch for her gun. Not having its familiar weight on her hip made her feel naked and vulnerable, a feeling she didn’t like one bit.
“Please state your name and address for the video.”
“Remilyn Jordan.” She listed her street address. “Greenwood Village, Colorado.”
“Colorado? I thought you lived in Tennessee and worked out of the Knoxville field office.”
She shook her head. “I work in Denver. Johnson came over from the nearest field office, the one in Knoxville. But he’s not my regular boss. He’s my pseudoboss while I’m here under investigation.”
“Got it. Greenwood Village, Colorado. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of it.”
“Outside of Denver, about an hour from Boulder, give or take.”
“I bet it’s beautiful there. Great mountain views of the Rockies.”
“It’s beautiful,” she conceded.
“But you decided to come here on vacation, to another mountain range.”
“Is that a question?”
He smiled again. “Before we go any further, I need to remind you about your rights.”
“We can skip that part. Pops Mirandized me on the way down the mountain.”
“I figured he had. But I still have to tell you your rights on camera. Like I said, for your protection and mine.”
Not seeing the point in arguing, she suffered through his recitation of the Miranda warning.
“Do you understand each of these rights as I’ve explained them to you?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You have to say it,” he reminded her.
“Yes.” She sighed. “Yes, I understand my rights. Yes, I’m willing to speak to you without a lawyer. Can we just talk this out and get it over with?”
The plastic water bottle crackled between her hands. She hadn’t even realized that she’d picked it up. She set it down.
“I can’t imagine you driving all the way here from Colorado. Did you fly in? Then rent a car while you’re in town?”
“Actually, no. I drove. As you’re well aware, I brought a weapon with me. Driving was easier than going through the headaches that declaring my weapon would require on a plane.”
“Especially since you’re here off duty, on vacation.”
“Exactly.”
He opened his laptop, typed for a moment. “Where are you staying?”
“A motel a few streets back from the main drag in Gatlinburg.” She told him the name.
“You’ve been in town how long?”
“A couple of days.”
“And what have you been doing every day while you’ve been here?”
She hesitated. How much should she reveal? Cooperating was her best chance at trying to avoid any charges. But would her purpose in being here help her, or hurt her?
“Do you need me to repeat the question?” he asked.
“I’ve been hiking trails in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, mainly the Appalachian Trail.”
“Every day?”
“Every day.”
“Why?”
She blinked. “The same reason anyone hikes, I suppose. To see nature, the beautiful scenery. To get away from the pressures of my job. The Smokies aren’t at all like the mountains back home. I wanted to see something different.”
“It’s February. The temperatures are hovering in the twenties at night, forties and fifties during the day. And that’s in town. Up here at these elevations, it gets even colder. Not to mention the ice and snow. Want to try again? Why are you hiking in freezing temps in the middle of winter?”
“I’m not the only hiker up here at this time of year. I’ve seen several.”
“There are some, yes. Not many. What I’m interested in is why you’re here at one of the worst times of year to be outside in the park.”
She stared at him, her left hand beneath the table now, her fingers curling against her palm. “I like solitude. I like to be alone. And I don’t mind the cold.”
His silence told her he wasn’t buying her answer. He waited, probably hoping she’d feel compelled to fill the silence, divulge something she didn’t want to share. But she knew interview techniques. She wasn’t saying anything unless she was answering a specific question.
“Why did you shoot Kurt Vale?”
She sucked in a breath, thrown off-kilter by the abrupt change in the conversation. But rather than rush to defend herself, which could have led to her spilling all sorts of things, she took a moment to regain her composure. When she was sure she was in control, she said, “I was standing at a gap in the trees, admiring the scenery. I’d heard someone following me earlier, so when I heard a noise behind me, I naturally whirled around and drew my gun. To defend myself.”
“What did Vale do?”
“He drew his gun, a Glock.”
“He didn’t have a gun. I saw him standing twenty feet away from you. And I saw you, holding your SIG Sauer, pointing it at an unarmed man.”
“That’s not what happened. You saw him, then me. And as soon as you realized I had my gun out, you no longer looked at him. At that point, you deemed that I was the threat, and you charged at me. You didn’t look back at Vale and see that he’d pulled out a gun and was about to shoot me. I yelled at him to freeze. He didn’t. I had no choice but to fire my weapon.”
He leaned forward, crossing his forearms on top of the table. “Here’s the thing, Remi. The only way that story holds water is if we found a gun at the scene, this Glock you say he had. But the only gun we found was your SIG Sauer, the one that I saw you aim at Kurt Vale, the one I saw you fire.”
She shook her head. “You’re wrong. If your crime scene techs didn’t find Vale’s gun, they missed it. They should go back and look harder. It has to be there.”
“After I knocked you to the ground to keep you from shooting an unarmed man a second time, I rendered first aid to