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As if shewasn’t already nervous about entering Chance’s mansion again, now she was standing face to face with the chief of police. After their heart to heart, SynTanner and Blossom were busy cleaning up the mess the fight had caused while Ryder continued to rest in the bed upstairs. The call from the chief came in two hours before they were set to meet with Chance, and now the chief was in SynTanner’s living room, looking around.
“What happened here?” Preston asked.
“Redecorating,” SynTanner shrugged. His living room was almost empty of any decorations. They’d either thrown all the broken items away, or set them in his garage if he deemed, he was able to fix them back up.
“Looks like more than that. Maybe like some kind of fight.”
“What are you getting at Chief?” SynTanner asked. He was more concerned with letting Blossom back in Chance’s grips and he was ready to get the chief out of his hair.
“Where were you last night Blossom?” Preston asked, ignoring SynTanner.
“I was here,” Blossom said. Preston looked at her.
“What is this all about?” she asked.
“Douglas Richards was found dead this morning. Two hours ago, the body of Jon Fellows was discovered. Interestingly they both have links to you, Mrs. Freeman.” Blossom blinked and just stared at him.
“Are you trying to say that I killed them?” Blossom asked.
“Well if you’d like to admit that, it would make my job easier.”
“Whoa, hold up. Chief, I know damn well you didn’t bring your ass in my house to accuse her of murder. You can get the fuck out,” SynTanner snapped. Preston didn’t move. He simply placed his hands behind his back.
“She’s the one that offered up the question. Not me. I just want to know where she was last night.”
“And she told you she was with me,” SynTanner gritted.
“You’re an honorable man SynTanner. You’d lie to protect anyone. That’s always been your fault.”
“You must be fucking joking. How long have you been a damn cop Preston? Do you seriously think that she—” SynTanner pointed at Blossom, “Is capable of murdering anyone?! You really can’t be serious.”
“Alright then, if not her then were you doing it to protect her?” Preston asked. SynTanner’s eyes widened.
“Wow. So now I’m the suspect. And wait a minute, how the fuck is Douglas Richards dead? Didn’t you say you caught him? If he was caught red handed with the rifle gun then how the fuck was, he let out of jail long enough to be killed?”
“He was shot during transport. The moment things went awry, his words were ‘she’s getting payback.’ He was shot and killed then. The only ‘she’ we all know of is you, Blossom. So, did you hire someone to off him? Especially because I wasn’t taking your claims seriously?”
“You can check all my damn phone records and bank accounts. I didn’t pay anyone to do anything. And how can you even suggest me hiring someone to kill him when there’s a fucking mad man after me! Whose’ more likely to kill someone? Me or Chance’s psycho ass?! You know he had to tie up any loose ends!” Blossom questioned.
“Why would Jon Fellows be a loose end?” Preston asked. Blossom stayed silent, unsure if she should answer the question. She looked at SynTanner for guidance.
“Jon Fellows broke into my house this morning and assaulted a friend of mine and tried to get his hands on Blossom. Apparently, he felt slightly because she also refused a date with him.”
“Is that a coincidence? The man who tore this place up and tried to attack Blossom is now dead, as is the man who tried to kill her by shooting up her work place. That’s a pattern to me. Strange, whoever shot both Jon and Douglas were expert marksmen. I can think of one.” Preston looked at SynTanner.
“Tanner what is he trying to say?” Blossom asked.
“He’s trying to say that the men were killed by someone who knows how to shoot a target from a distance. He’s implying that I am that person. And it's true. I am a good marksman. I can shoot mostly any weapon and I always hit my target. But what I think my chief is forgetting is the fact that because of what I’ve been through, I have yet to discharge my weapon. He knows that firing my weapon at anything or anyone will cause my trauma to be triggered. So, he must have another reason for accusing a fellow officer of murder,” SynTanner explained. Preston said nothing. He simply looked between the both of them.
“Did you report the attack this morning?” Preston finally asked.
“You know I did, and unless someone erased my report or didn’t document it, period then you would have seen it. That or you simply ignored it,” SynTanner replied.
“Do you have anyone but each other to corroborate your alibis that you were together?” Preston asked, ignoring SynTanner’s previous statement.
“No.”
“So, then we can’t really prove that you two were here last night,” Preston stated.