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Reina was fuming by the time she arrived at her apartment.
"Can I help you?" Reina asked the officer who was standing in front of her door.
"Are you Ms. Reina Molestador?"
"Yes."
"We'd like to ask you a few questions."
"What about?"
"A man was killed last night. You were seen with him yesterday."
Reina cocked her head. "How would you know that?"
"Anonymous tip."
Reina sighed. Of course. "Well let's go."
Once they arrived at the police station, Reina sat in the interrogation room waiting for the police officers to get to the point. I'm sure there are worse ways to spend a day but offhand, I sure as hell can't think of any. She thought.
"Do you know this man?"
Reina looked at the picture. He doesn't look as dour in death. She said to herself. I guess no one does. "I've seen him," she said.
"Word is you've had lunch with the man yesterday."
"No."
"You and he didn't have lunch together?"
"No. I had lunch at the same rest stop. It was crowded so we sat at the same table. We did not eat lunch together."
"For an hour and a half?"
Reina shrugged. "I like a leisurely lunch."
"And I don't suppose you stealing his keys had anything to do with it."
Reina raised an eyebrow at the questioning police officer. "Officer, you tell a fanciful tale. Where do you get your information."
"Where were you around midnight last night?"
"I was watching movies with friends."
"Do these friends of yours have names?"
"Duncan MacLeod and Richie Ryan."
The officer scowled. "What a surprise."
"You know them?"
"I'll be asking the questions."
Asshole. "Is there anything else?" Reina asked. "Some question or other?"
"You have possession of a 9mm semi automatic."
"If I remember correctly it's a glock. NYPD standard issue," Reina said. "It was my brother's gun."
"Where is it now?"
"In my safe deposit box."
"You won't mind retrieving it for us."
"Will getting it get you off my back?"
"It would help clear you. That and a paraffin test."
"Fine. Let's get this over with."
A few hours later
"You may go. You're cleared."
"I told you so," Reina said.
"You might want to reconsider your friends. They seem to get caught in the middle of a lot of murder cases."
"Considering neither one of them is in jail I can't see what difference that would make."
"It's just some friendly advice."
If I wanted your advice I would have asked for it you doughnut-chomping prick. "Whatever."
Reina irritably left the police station having refused a ride from the officer. She'd put several blocks between herself and the station when the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Suddenly, walking home didn't seem like such a good idea. She flagged down a cab and went home. The phone was ringing when she entered her apartment.
"Reina speaking."
"Reina are you all right?"
"I'm fine Richie. I've managed to get through without getting the crap kicked out of me."
"The cops were asking about you."
"I know. It's fine. I'm all cleared," Reina said. "You wanna hang out later?"
"Sure Reina," Richie said. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine. Where do you want to go?"
"How about Joe's?"
"I don't think so."
"He feels real bad about what happened this morning," Richie said.
"He should," Reina interrupted Richie.
"He wants to apologize."
"Good."
"You're going to make this difficult aren't you?"
"Am I being difficult?"
"Are you going to go to Joe's or not?"
"I'll go. I'll meet you at seven."
"Seven's just fine."
"I'll see you then."
"Later Reina."
"Later Richie."
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