Page 3 of Luna & Andres

His eyebrows crashed down. "What's Quill got to do with this?"

My eyes narrowed. He didn't know Quill was on the case. If that was true, than I wondered what people he had on the case.

I shrugged. "He was assigned to the case and knew I lived around there, so he asked if I knew anything. That's all."

"I see." Reggie's eyes flickered to my left before he returned his attention to me. "And do you know anything about the case?"

I shook my head. "Not a thing."

"I'm afraid I don't quite believe you," a new voice spoke up.

I turned my head to the left. A chair sat in the shadows of the corner close to the doors. A figure arose from the chair and stepped into the light. He was a man of about thirty with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. His suit was impeccably matched to his muscled but slim physique, and his stance was confident. A crooked smile graced his lips.

It was Mr. William A. Fox himself.

"I don't really care," I retorted.

"Shut your mouth and show Mr. Fox some respect," Reggie snapped at me.

I spun around to face my boss and glared at him. "He just called me a liar."

"Because you are," Fox commented as he moved over to stand to my left beside Reggie's desk. He folded his arms over his chest and studied me with that strange smile of his. "And might I add you're terrible at it."

"Are you lying to us?" Reggie questioned me.

"And if I am?" I challenged him.

"Then I can put you on unpaid leave until further notice," he warned me.

I jumped to my feet and slammed my palms on his desk. "But I didn't do anything!"

"Then tell us the truth," Reggie demanded.

"I didn't do anything! I wasn't even there!" I insisted.

"Please remain calm. We just want to get to the bottom of this horrific crime," Fox spoke up.

My eyes flickered to him. "Why? What's it to you?"

"Miss Ulric," Reggie warned me.

I returned my attention to Reggie and waved a hand at Fox. "You're a reporter. Aren't you curious to know why your boss is so interested in five murdered guys?"

"You seem to have overplayed your hand, Miss Ulric," Fox commented.

I started back and glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"The police haven't released the number of victims, and yet you know exactly how many were murdered," he told me.

"So do you," I retorted.

He chuckled. "Like the newspapers, I have my sources. I can also attest to the validity of Mr. Regis' sources."

My eyes flickered between the two men. "Those sources don't happen to be the same, do they?" I questioned them.

Reggie's frown deepened. He leaned back in his chair and entwined his hands together. "Miss Ulric, I will ask one more time. Do you know anything about the incident last night near your home?"

I looked him in the eyes with a firm gaze. "I have no idea what attacked those men."

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