Miss Dunn and the Knitting Needles.

This week's Prompt: Someone reports a crime, and they are not believed.

“Well, I'm sorry, ma’am, but I don't know how to deal with this,” PC Paul Smyth said, sipping his tea.

“It happened, as I told you,” Fay sat at the table, rubbing her hands together. The doorbell sounded.

“‘I’ll get that, it will be DI James” PC Smyth walked to the front door. “This is a funny one, Boss,” he said without letting the DI get a word in.

Sitting at the table facing Fay Dunn, DI James smiled, "Right, Miss, would you like to tell me what you reported to Paul, using the constable's first name to make it more informal.

“Well, it's like I said, I was in bed I wanted to finish a book I've been reading by Paul Jackson, It’s about a Police man in Manchester, when I head a noise and Jess my cat, shot off the bed and hid in the corner, I looked up and called her back to the bed but she wouldn’t come” 

“Ok, the DI was more interested in the report she had made about stabbing someone than what book she was reading or the movements of her cat. “So, what happened then?”

“Well, I felt a gush of wind come across me, so I put the book down and walked to my window, but it was locked.

Still wanting more, the DI was trying to prompt her, “And?”

“Nothing, so I got back in bed. Oh, and I lost my page in the story”

“Right, Miss Dunn” The DI was getting annoyed.

“Ok, ok, I got back in bed. The bedroom door opened, and a man walked in. I screamed out, but he came towards me. It looked like he had something shiny in his hand, so I grabbed hold of my knitting needles and jumped out of bed and pushed them hard at him” Fay looked down at the table.

“What happened then?” The DI was writing notes in his logbook.

“Well, he fell to the floor, I grabbed Jess, came down here and rang 999”

The DI looked at PC Smyth and nodded his head, as if asking him to have a look.

“Already been upstairs, Nothing, no blood, no knitting needles” 

“But it did happen, it's true, I don't lie” 

“Can you describe him?” He was not convinced that anything had happened.

“Well, in his twenties, mousy blond hair, a goatee, wearing a grey tracksuit, oh, and he had glasses, the ones like Harry Potter” 

“Maybe you had a cheese sandwich before bed and had a bad dream?” the PC added.

DI James gestured to the PC that it was time to go, “Ok, Miss, we will contact the local Hospital to see if anyone pops in to have a knitting needle removed, and I will arrange for a car to drive past a few times during the night…”

Fay was getting upset, “You don't believe me”

“Yes, miss, we do, but without a body, or any evidence of foul play, what can I do?”

After leaving Miss Dunn's house, a call came through that a man in his twenties, in a grey tracksuit, had walked into Salford Royal; the odd thing was, he had a pair of knitting needles sticking out of his chest. This was the odd thing: a baby’s cardigan was still attached to them.