Page 13 of Slaughtered Firefly
“You look good. What has it been? Ten years?” I already knew the answer. I had been keeping tabs on Scott since our paths crossed; it was a hobby. Stalking him through his college years, his marriage and untimely divorce. She was a gold digger through and through, a pretty stick-head who was always looking for someone new to sink her claws into. She was gone before their six-month anniversary. I watched him pass the bar, his rise through the ranks from lackey to the best defense lawyer money could buy. Of course, he didn’t know I’d been there every step of the way. We didn’t talk anymore.
“Eight, and is this really your choice of conversation? To question my decisions after all these years?” He was going intodefensive mode. I had seen it multiple times in the courtrooms he so proudly displayed.
“Relax. I’m sure your skills will have me out in no time.” I laughed, throwing my head back and again catching the detective staring.
“I’ll inform the detective we are ready.” He left the room only to return with the two detectives.
“Hello Miss?” The handsome detective spoke.
“Williams, Mia Williams. And you are?” I questioned. I smiled, pretending I had no inkling of who the man was in front of me.
“Detective Jones. This is Simmons.” He pointed to the other detective as if as an afterthought.
“Are you charging my client?” Scott asked, irritated.
“Not yet, but we have some questions if you don’t mind my asking them Miss Williams?” Detective Jones smiled warmly. A disarming tactic I was far too familiar with and I nodded along in understanding.
“I’ve advised my client that she doesn’t have to say anything. You may direct your questions towards me.” Scott’s voice was aggressive, clear, and annoyed at me for the response I had already supplied.
I patted Scott’s arm, and he glared at me.
“Scott now let the good detectives do their job, I’m dying to know what they wish to ask,” I smiled sweetly.
“Mia you really shouldn’t,” the warning tone in Scott’s voice sent excited chills up my spine.
“I’m waiving my right to counsel you may continue.” I calmly stated.
Scott’s face reddened in anger, but he refrained from speaking again, annoyances and a lecture he’ll receive.
“Where were you on the night of June 26th?” Detective Jones began.
“I was at home.” I dulled out.
“Was that at 2524 Lakeman circle?” Simmons questioned, looking down at her notepad. She was a pretty brunette with high cheekbones and a buzz cut on one side, which gave her a rigid military appeal.
“It was.” I confirmed boredom seeping into my tone.
“Strange, are you aware that the property in question belongs to a Mrs. And Mr. Jacobson?” Simmons continued glancing back over her notes.
“Family friends, they’ll be back in town for the 4th of July weekend.” I continued in the same monotone voice.
“We will confirm this of course.” Jones supplied, looking skeptical.
“I count on it.” I smiled widely.
“Do you know what things you did on the day of June 26th?” Jones questioned.
“Are you asking if the drugs in my system affected my mental state?” I probably shouldn’t have said that.
Detective Jones looked up, his lips parted like he wanted to reply, but before he could, Scott stepped forward.
“Mia.” Scott hissed.
“Scott.” I replied way too sweetly.
“I think my client is tired and needs the rest, shall we continue this discussion another time?” Scott gestured towards the door.
“Of course we will be back to check on you later.” Simmons said.
