“An officer is going to follow you!” he shouted after me.
I passed by my friends, who were as confused as I was.Rem and Micah were throwing questions at me, but the girls all sat huddled together, with Rudy, glaring daggers. Did Soleil and the others think I had anything to do with this? Why?
An officer followed behind me with his lights on, to the station. It was mortifying, but by the time I arrived, I was more pissed off than embarrassed.I sat in a room with a table and waited for them to come in.
“We’ve been told you are a sex worker. You’ve got your own website and large clientele.” A different officer came in with a clipboard and opened his interview without even a hello.
“What I do online is not illegal.”
“Not online, no. Although if you were offering your services offline, they would be.”
“You are correct, and that has never happened.”
“If there’s feelings involved, naturally that line would be blurred.”
“What are you talking about? What does this have to do with Spencer?”
“Have you ever been inside Mr. Foxworth’s home?”
I nodded sarcastically. “Tons of times. As his friend.”
“And as his friend, you’re comfortable with his bedroom decor?”
“I’ve never been in his bedroom.”
The officer raised his eyebrows. “I find that hard to believe.” He pulled something from his clipboard and handed a photo to me.
“What is this?”
It seemed to be a… shrine. With my photos all over it. Flowers and other spooky things that you’d find in my house adorned the shelves, framing a dozen or more photos of me.
“This is Spencer Foxworth’s bedroom. Now, tell us again about your relationship with the deceased.”
Rule 30 - Eisley
Don’t accuse anyone unless you have proof.
“Ihave no fucking clue what’s going on. At all.” I shoved the photo away from me.
“I do.” Another officer came in, this one, a black woman. “I’ve just finished talking with his girlfriend. Did you know that Mr. Foxworth was one of your Johns?”
I shook my head. “No, he wasn’t. That’s absurd.”
“Is it?” She was harsher than the other officers, who hadn’t been nice either. “Because Soleil Walton gave us his account information and we were able to get into your website right from our phones to confirm. Not only is he a regular visitor, he’s the biggest client you have.FarawayFox.”
FarawayFoxwas Spencer?“Why? I don’t understand.”
“His girlfriend says he was obsessed with you. He was sending you gifts and money whenever you asked.”
“I didn’t know that,” I told her honestly. “No one ever told me.”
“I find that hard to believe that you spent so much time with the couple that you never caught on to his feelings for you, or his username.”
I sat back, stunned. “Fox is a pretty common word for usernames,” I said sharply. “But I mean, sure, he got a little handsy and weird sometimes. He’d offer to do things for me, but I never thought it was anything more than just friendship.”
“Ms. Walton told us that they fought last night. He was mad that you had gotten a tattoo and wanted to cut you off. She told him he had to tell you the truth. Now, we’re working on getting his phone turned back on, and the moment it’s running, we’re gonna see who he last spoke to before he died. Will your name be on his recent calls list?”
“No!” I bolted out of my chair. “I had nothing to do with his death. Now, unless you’re arresting me, I want to leave. And if I am getting arrested, I want a fucking lawyer.” They grew quiet and left a moment later. They returned twenty long minutes later and released me.
