Returning to the moment, she took a deep breath.Why was she talking to these men again?Cops.Right.They were the police investigating the murder she had taken part in.
Focus.
“Why would Mitchell not being able to keep it in his pants bring the police to my door?”
Detective Hendrix smoothed down his tie.“One of your coworkers found Mr.Grant dead in his office last night.”
Sydney opened her eyes wide as saucers and covered her gaping mouth as she gasped in shock.She had to sell it, but not too hard.“What?”
“He was murdered,” Detective Morris said flatly.
No shit, Sherlock.
“By whom?”she asked.“Why?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” said Detective Hendrix.
Blinking rapidly, she did her best to summon tears as she once again looked past them.“A-a-are you sure?”
“That he’s dead?”asked Hendrix.
She nodded.
“Absolutely,” said Morris.
She leaned against her door.“Dead,” she murmured.
“We’re just hoping to piece together what happened last night.”
Staring off as vacantly as she could, she counted in her head so that it would seem like she was in shock but thinking.“We had our office Halloween party.I arranged the catering and the decorating,” she explained.“Then Nancy told me the rumor, and I left.”
“You didn’t see Mr.Grant at all?”asked Morris, who continued to scribble.
She shook her head.“He was in his office.”
“Alone?”Hendrix asked.
Still keeping her focus on the streetlamp at the opposite side of the parking lot, she chewed on her lip.There was a missing cat poster on it.That was new.
“Uh.”The objective was to cast suspicion on others.
Who should she point to?His wife?One of his girlfriends?No.That was terrible.They were about to be single mothers.She couldn’t do that to them.Maybe his hookup that delivered the cocaine?
She glanced around and wrung the towel in her hands.Lowering her chin, she fixated her attention on the floor.“I shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“About what?”Morris asked.
Lifting her head, she took a deep breath.“Mitchell got a delivery.”
“Of?”Hendrix asked.
“I can’t be sure, but it wasn’t from the mailman or FedEx.No one official.”
“What was it?”Detective Morris pressed.
She pursed her lips, attempting to give the impression she was conflicted about what she was about to reveal.
“Ms.Cassidy, telling us the truth will save you a lot of stress in the future,” Morris urged.
