Just a start...

"The woman's not all there, Chief," the officer said as he glanced at her sideways.

"What do you mean, "not all there"? Anyone who jumps from a bridge is "not all there", Stewart."

"Well, she says she didn't exactly jump."

"And what does that mean? Are we going to spend the entire night speaking in riddles?"

"No, Sir. I mean, I have not desire to, Sir. It's just that we could barely understand her while her teeth were chattering so badly."

The Chief looked at her squarely, doing nothing to hide his assessment of her. She had managed to change into the dry clothes they had provided her, and she was swaddled in two or three blankets. It was hard to tell how many. One was brown, the other pink, and ocassionally there was a dark dusty rose visible that could have been a third color or shadows playing on the other two. Her hair was still uncombed, her skin as pale as could be, and she was holding a mug in her hands which still shook badly enough that he wondered about the wisdom of letting her hold it in the first place. Next thing they'd have a burn victim on their hands.

"Thanks, Stewart. I think I'll talk with her myself."

He hunched over as he approached her, trying to make himself look a little smaller and less intimidating.

"Hello. I'm Chief Evers. Are you warming up okay?"

"Y-y-es. Th-Thank you. The h-hot d-drink is helping a l-l-ot."

"Well, I'll just do some talking for awhile. This is kind of an unusual situation for us. We don't normally spend our evenings pulling young ladies out of the Small Bear River. It's a wonder anyone ever saw you, to be honest."

She nodded and managed a sip. The smell of chocolate drifted past him and he wondered what it would take to have someone bring him a cup of the stuff.

"Is that the way you wanted it? Did you want there to be no witnesses?"

She shook her head no.

"Why did you jump?"

"I d-didn't--"

"Mr. Chip says he saw you plain as day just jump up and off. Now you're saying he didn't see right?"

She nodded.

(oops, out of time.... I need to think on this anyway....what should happen next???? Hmmmm)

Oh, the prompt was: Cynthia Moore was supposed to be studying bridges, not jumping from them. Still, things are never quite what they seem.