The Trappers pt. 2

"Ma'am. Please state your full legal name." "Maggie Park." "Your legal name." "Oh, Maggie Trapper. Sorry, I haven't used Trapper in a while." "Please state your current address." "807 Wakehurst St. New York, NY 10029." "Do you live with anyone else?" "If you count Flo, my Golden Retriever, then yes! If not, then no." "What is your current marital status?" "Technically, legally, on paper, I'm married." "Please state your spouse's full name." "Officer, I don't understand why you need to know my husband's name." "Please answer the question, ma'am." "But we're not together anymore. He's no longer in my life." "Just answer the question." I hate remembering my husband. I hate the fact that we were ever married. I hate that this dumb officer is wasting my time and asking for a man's name that I no longer have an attachment to. I hate this. I hate all of this. It's so early. I'm tired, hungry and upset that he doesn't even know our history. History... His story... What about my story? Doesn't anyone care about my story? Why doesn't anyone ask about my sto- "Ma'am! I'm gonna need you to answer the question!" I looked at him shocked that he raised his voice at me. After a little staring contest with this dumb officer, I finally answered. "My husband's name is Joel Trapper." "Do you know of a man named Asher Gonzales?" Asher? Did something happen to him? Is he in trouble? He wouldn't do anything bad. He's the best guy, the kindest guy you'll ever meet. "Yes, I do. Is he alright?" I was genuinely concerned. Honestly, I was concerned about all of this. I didn't even know why I was called in here. "We called you in today because you are a suspect in the missing case of Joel Trapper, your husband." "Joel? Joel is missing? What are you talking about?" "I received a call from Precinct 9 in Maine 2 days ago informing me that a man named Joel Trapper had gone missing. The last time he was seen was with a man named Asher Gonzales having dinner with him at a restaurant in Portland, Maine."

Joel is missing? Asher was with him? Did he have something to do with Joel missing? Why is Joel missing? "Did Asher do something to Joel?" "We're not here to talk about Asher Gonzales. We're here to talk about your relationship with Joel Trapper." "I have no relationship with Joel." "When was the last time you were in contact with Joel Trapper?" "April 17, 2018." "Please describe to me in detail your relationship with Joel." "I told you! We have no relationship anymore!" My heart was pounding and my eyes were starting to water. "Ms. Trapper, describe to me what happened between you and Joel Trapper." I don't want to, I thought. I don't care about Joel. I don't want to care about Joel. He's been out of my life and I want it to stay that way. I don't want him to come back into my life. This dumb officer knows nothing.

"I left Joel in 2018. April 17,2018 to be exact." "Why did you leave him?" "That's personal." "How come you never filed for divorce?" "Also personal." "Ms. Trapper, need I remind you that you are a suspect in a missing person's case. You are to give me the details of the nature of your relationship with Joel Trapper, now." There. A single tear sliding down my cheek. That's my cue. "I would like to call my lawyer." "Ms. Trapper, answer the question!" "I have the right to remain silent don't I? I want to talk to my lawyer." I'm escorted out of the interrogation room without another question and they lead me to a room where I can call my lawyer. "Lewis and St-" "Hey Lewis, it's Maggie. I'm at Precinct 15. I got called in because apparently I'm a suspect in my husband's case. He's missing." "Oh jeez. OK, what'd you tell them?" "My legal name, my address, the fact that I knew Asher, when I left J-" "Who's Asher?" "My husband's best friend. Don't interrupt me! When I left Joel, like the date I left him, and the last time I was in contact with Joel." "OK, I'll be right there. Don't say anything else."

Whatever happened to Joel doesn't concern me. Not now. Not ever.