[She's being ushered into the backseat of the cop car, but she's able to hear Johnnie say that. Her eyes go wide and she promptly turns to sit silently in the seat because she isn't sure she can lie to a cop. She's more likely to burst into tears, which would be a problem.]
Now why would he call us if he's the one who hit her?
[Still, the way the kid says it seems like he genuinely believes it. So he's confused, and isn't really sure what to think.]
Go on and get your bike and follow us back to the house. We'll sort things out there.
[He can tell that Johnnie isn't going to be a willing participant in any of this, so he figures adding some extra incentive might be helpful.]
We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. And I don't know about you, son, but I'd prefer it if she didn't have to see you in handcuffs. I don't want to upset her more than she already is.
[Back in the car, Chrissy isn't speaking to the cop that's questioning her. She's told him her first name, but that's about it.]
How old are you, sweetheart?
[That question makes her turn her head so she can look at him, but she doesn't say anything.]
Sixteen? That looks about right.
[She turns her gaze downward and refuses to answer. He sighs and reaches over to pat her on the shoulder like he's comforting her.]
Don't you worry. We'll make sure he doesn't get near you again.
[It's obvious he's talking about Johnnie and not Ed, and that's what sets Chrissy off into pure upset. Tears come to her eyes and she shakes her head, and tries darting out of the backseat.]
Johnnie!
[Her control slips as panic settles in, and she's thankfully knocked out of it as the cop grabs her by the arm and puts her back in the car and shuts the door. He's had enough of these kids already, and they haven't gotten them anywhere near being back home yet.]
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Now why would he call us if he's the one who hit her?
[Still, the way the kid says it seems like he genuinely believes it. So he's confused, and isn't really sure what to think.]
Go on and get your bike and follow us back to the house. We'll sort things out there.
[He can tell that Johnnie isn't going to be a willing participant in any of this, so he figures adding some extra incentive might be helpful.]
We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. And I don't know about you, son, but I'd prefer it if she didn't have to see you in handcuffs. I don't want to upset her more than she already is.
[Back in the car, Chrissy isn't speaking to the cop that's questioning her. She's told him her first name, but that's about it.]
How old are you, sweetheart?
[That question makes her turn her head so she can look at him, but she doesn't say anything.]
Sixteen? That looks about right.
[She turns her gaze downward and refuses to answer. He sighs and reaches over to pat her on the shoulder like he's comforting her.]
Don't you worry. We'll make sure he doesn't get near you again.
[It's obvious he's talking about Johnnie and not Ed, and that's what sets Chrissy off into pure upset. Tears come to her eyes and she shakes her head, and tries darting out of the backseat.]
Johnnie!
[Her control slips as panic settles in, and she's thankfully knocked out of it as the cop grabs her by the arm and puts her back in the car and shuts the door. He's had enough of these kids already, and they haven't gotten them anywhere near being back home yet.]