Jordan tried to sit up but the paramedics were checking her vital signs and held her down. "What's going on?" She asked pulling her arm away from a skinny guy who looked as if he just got out of high school. "Just relax the paramedics and police are here." Andy laid his hand on her shoulder to help calm her but she shrugged it off and made a face. "Take your hands off me?" "What's wrong did I hurt you?" "I'm not sure who hurt me but I have a feeling that you were a part of it." She glared at him from around the skinny paramedic. "That's insane." He rasped. "I was in the office while you were snooping around my house." "I don't know that you were in your office. For all I remember it was you who hit me over the head." "Why would I hit both you and Mrs. Sparks over the head?" "Maybe she found out too much." His bewildered look did little to cool Jordan's anger. "About what? I've had Mrs. Sparks in this house since my parents were here and I'm not about to harm the very woman who helped raise me. I'm not sure what has happened but I'd sure like to find out why you were willing to listen to me before and now you're not." Jordan jumped to her feet ignoring the roaring in her skull and protests of the paramedics."Do you want to know what is going on?" She rasped. "Fine, come with me!" Jordan stomped over to the closet and flung the door open wide. Andy was very confused by all of this and was not in the mood for games but he complied with Jordan's wishes and followed her into the closet. He immediately saw what she was talking about and now understood the sudden change in her. Darting swiftly out of the closet he grabbed the first police Officer he could find and directed him to follow him.
Officer Greer was a tall athletic gentleman with sandy blonde hair. He had a round face with soft brown eyes that were unreadable. Immediately he turned to look at Andy. "What are these materials for?" "I'm pretty sure of what these are for Officer, but what I would like to know is how they found their way in to my spare bedroom closet. I want you to get someone up here immediately to dust for fingerprints." The Officer looked cross for a moment at the tone Andy had used but turned to the sergeant in charge and requested a dusting of the entire place. "Why would we dust for fingerprints here?" Sergeant Skinner sneered. He was thin and wiry with a receding hairline. His black hair was neatly combed and his dark eyes were full of sarcasm. Jordan didn't like him very much. "Come take a look in here and you'll see why." He replied his tone as impatient as he himself was. The sergeant sighed loudly and reluctantly rose from his post on the edge of the bed to look at what the Officer was referring to. "Holy Christ!" he exclaimed and gave the order for the forensic people to get down there. He then turned to Andy. "Would you like to tell me how all of this evidence is in your house?" Andy looked perplexed and angry. "I really think that I should wait till my attorney is present and you have dusted this place thoroughly." "Would you care to call your attorney from here or down at the station?" The sergeant mocked Andy's tone. "From here if it's all the same to you."