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Zand told me to not volunteer any information to the police. It was good advice, but I had to make sure I didn’t put my foot in my mouth or start rambling on and on.

I recognized the detectives from Minnesota, the same ones that were at my job earlier in the day. These were the guys handling the case from day one. They were the ones I had the contact with throughout this long arduous process. The one detective Crowley was the guy that was the most passionate about locking Lonzo up forever. He was the one I preferred, even though I didn’t want to be in this situation at all.

“Please Ms. Taylor, take a seat.” I sat in the cold metal chair across the table from Detective Crowley and Jamison.

“We’ve been trying to track you down. You are a hard lady to locate.”

“Oh, I haven’t been to my apartment. I moved in with my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t feel the need to relay the information to us?” Jamison barked.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” I played dumb.

“Your boyfriend?” Crowley asked.

“Yeah.”

“The stiff guy sitting outside?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I was using one-word answers. So far, I was doing great.

“You should inform us when you change locations.” Detective Jamison scolded me.

“I didn’t really think about it. I’m staying with him, at his place, but most of my things are back at the apartment. The move wasn’t planned or anything.”

“We’re going to need his address.” Jamison slid a pen and a notepad across the table toward me.

“Okay.” I took the cheap pen. I had to think about the numbers of the address for a few seconds. It came to me, then I scribbled Zand’s loft address on it.

“Does this new boyfriend know anything about your case?” Crowley glared across the table at me as he retrieved the note pad.

“No, I didn’t tell him anything.”

“What’s this boyfriend’s name?”

“Oh. Zand.”

Crowley raised an authoritative eyebrow at me. “Zand, what?”

“Alexander Valentine.” Now I was bringing Zand into my mess.

Crowley jotted Zand’s first and last name down on the notepad. “Huh? That’s his real name?” Crowley asked.

“Yeah.” Did he think I was lying? Well, I was lying about some things that were necessary.

“After what happened last time, do you think it’s wise to date so soon?”

“Ah.”Was it too soon?Crowley was judging me. I didn’t like his tone. Holding my tongue was starting to get more and more difficult. “I didn’t know there was a time limit on how long I could be single.” I smarted. Cause what they not gonna do is make me feel a way about moving on. Cops are always doing too much. They needed to stay focused on the murderer they let escape.

Jamison shot Crowley an odd look before he spoke. “Well, did you at least do a background check on this Alexander guy? You can do that online.”

“No, I didn’t.” I admitted.

“We have bad news.” Jamison tapped his index finger twice on the table.

“Bad news?”

“Alonzo Lopez is no longer in custody.”