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purse, okay? Wait here, please.” I turned and made a break for the kitchen, only to find Dana was gone, but he’d scribbled a note on my list of details about Sophia.
    Will be in touch with you tomorrow. And number two is spot on. Good eye, Miss Cartwright. D. Nelson
    I scanned the item I’d listed as number two, which was the cause of death—a gunshot wound to the heart and my ramblings about the approximate time it had occurred.
    Goddess, I hated this day.
    * * * *
    I sat in the interrogation room of the Eb Falls Police Department, with its soothing mint green walls and stark décor, and sighed forlornly. The more time I spent here waiting for Detective Montgomery to stop stalling and start asking questions, the less time I was devoting to finding Sophia’s killer.
    In truth, I really didn’t understand why I was asked to come in for more questioning. You’d think the statement I’d given at the beach would be enough. But I got the feeling the killer’s trail was as cold for them as it was for me, and in order to show their superiors they were at least making an effort, they’d hauled me back in because I’m easy prey.
    But it wasn’t going to be so easy this time. I was no longer petrified ex-witch Stevie Cartwright with no money and no home to call my own, like I’d been the first go ’round.
    I knew the score now. I am human, hear me roar.
    “So, Miss Cartwright, long time no see,” Detective Ward Montgomery drawled with an ultra-pleasant smile.
    If I haven’t mentioned, he’s Good Cop. Super friendly, wears a suit, mostly does a pretty good job of staying in a wheel of colors that suits him and his clear complexion. Very personable, far more Simone than Sipowicz (shout out to NYPD Blue —a favorite of mine).
    I sighed, leaning my chin on the heel of my hand, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I think you just missed me. What other reason could you have for dragging me back in here when I’ve answered all your questions already?” I offered on a yawn, squinting at the harsh glare of the twin fluorescent lights above my head.
    “How’s your summer going?” Detective Montgomery asked, his smooth delivery irking me.
    “Oh, it’s all ice cream cones, Slip ’N Slides, and backyard grilling. How about you?” I asked. “Must be going pretty good if that lipstick smudge on your collar’s any indication.”
    The corner of his mouth turned upward in a confident smirk. “Very well, thank you.”
    “Good. Now that we’ve summed up our states of being, let’s get down to business, okay? I’m tired. I had a perfectly crappy day, as you darn well know, and I’d like to go home, take a shower, and maybe eat an entire box of Little Debbies before I pass out in a sugar coma, which will hopefully help me forget what I saw this afternoon. You don’t need to worm your way into my good graces by being personable and doing that whole relating-to-the-possible-suspect thing with me, because I have nada to relate. It’s all just a game anyway, and we’ve played it before. So let ’er rip.”
    He flipped open the manilla file he had, and I prayed hard he wouldn’t show me pictures of Sophia post mortem. You know, to shock me into revealing something he thought I could be hiding.
    Clucking his tongue, he said, “Says here, you found Miss Fleming.”
    “You already know I found her, Detective Simone. You were there. I’m the one who called 9-1-1. C’mon,” I chastised in mock sarcasm. “You can do better than this. Get Detective Moore in here. Surely he hasn’t yelled at anyone today. At least he’s entertaining. I especially like when he clenches his fist in rage. It makes that hula dancer tat on his forearm wiggle.”
    Closing the folder, Detective Montgomery sighed in what sounded distinctly like resignation. “Okay. I get the you’ve-been-here-before thing. You’re not a suspect, if that’s what you’re thinking. We just want to ask you some questions—go over everything