her in the years before the race rebellions and of the violence that had erupted just outside of her town when the United States had elected the first known African American president in history and she shivered all the way down to her bones.
As she reached the compound wall that enveloped Ladera Heights her thoughts turned back to her mother. She scrounged around for the key card that her mother sent her to insert into the entrance slot. As she reached her mother's home however, she encountered a scene that would send a shock-wave through her harder than any racial war ever could.
Evanne pulled up to her mother's house and saw a hoard of police cars surrounding it. Her mother was bruised and bloody on the sidewalk with officers surrounding her in a circle. There were papers on the lawn and flying in the air. Evanne did her best to hold her composure as she stepped out of her car.
"If you tell us what we want to know Miss Henry, we will leave you alone and let you back into your house," one blue-eyed officer said as Evanne stepped toward her mother. As she approached, another officer ran toward her.
"Hold on there girl," the officer warned as he grabbed her on the shoulder, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Evanne Holmes and I'm her daughter."
"Oh you're Evanne Holmes," the officer asked looking suspiciously.
Evanne gave the officer a blank stare "Did I stutter."
Immediately, the officer began to unhitch the handcuffs from his belt. He cuffed Evanne and read her Miranda rights as he led her to his black and white car.
The officer then called to the others standing around Evanne's mother. "I've got her, there is nothing else we need from this one," he shouted.
"What is this about," Evanne yelled
"You are under arrest for the murder of Roger Holmes."
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