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JULY 27: ABONY
“Once upon a time,” Abony said, “he’d have gotten away with what he did,
but not today. We’ve got to make sure of that.”
Ranjani, who was driving because she had to, pulled into a parking space
near a sign that read POLICE STATION VISITORS LOT ONLY and turned off the
engine. Then she sat desperately still, staring at the doors of the building.
“Breathe, Rani!”
Ranjani drew in a shaky breath.
“Is this it?” Abony asked. “Right station, right entrance?”
“Yes,” Ranjani whispered, “this is where I came in May.” She unclenched
her hands from her lap to point down to the left. “I parked under that tree
over there.”
“Great. You feel okay to walk through the door?”
Ranjani put a hand up to the chain around her neck, pulled the pendant
out from under her blouse, and closed her fingers around it.
“I feel okay,” she said.
It was going to be a minute.
Rather than rush Ranjani even more—it was a small miracle she’d come
this far—Abony focused on what she needed to do to get in there. She picked
up her purse from between her feet and dropped her phone into it. She
flipped the visor down and checked that her lipstick was still on and her hair
was behaving as well as could be expected in peak-of-summer DC humidity.
Satisfied, she flipped the visor back up, got out of the car, and shimmied as
unobtrusively as possible to unstick her sky-blue sheath dress from the backs
of her legs. She kept her face carefully blank of triumph or relief when she
heard Ranjani get out and shut the driver’s side door just as Abony shut hers.
As they neared the entrance, two women emerged, one Black and one
White, laughing at some shared joke. Tey were both in street clothes, but as
the White woman reached out to hold the door, the lifw of her arm revealed a
gun holster against her ribcage. Detectives then, or whatever rank police
officers had to reach to wear plainclothes and carry weapons. Abony
wondered if their guns made them feel powerful, made them feel safe.
“Hey, great shoes!” the door-holder said.
The other woman looked down at Abony’s shoes and whistled.
“Damn. Pretty sure you’re wearing my paycheck on your feet.”
“And I’m pretty sure it’s my paycheck,” Abony snapped back. She swept
inside the building, checking in the glass doors of the lobby that Ranjani was
right behind her. As the doors closed behind the two police officers, she
could hear one expressing indignation at Abony not being able to take a joke
and the other teasing that anyone who could afford those shoes could afford
to be a bitch.
Abony’s high-heeled pumps were pearlescent patent leather, shimmering
from pale blue to pink to rose gold as they caught the light. e soles were a
perfect glossy red. The shoes had cost Abony $650, marked down from $800,
which wasn’t anything like her full paycheck. But that was just the one pair.
Add $650 to the $775 for the pair the week before and the $1600 for the two
pairs the week before that and…
“Abony, are you alright?”
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