Page 10 of Hurts So Good
“Ms. Albright?”
Kathy and I whirl around. The cop from earlier is standing at the door.
“We’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind,” he says.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I share a look with Kathy. She offers me a sympathetic smile.
Taking a deep breath, I separate from her and face him. “Sure.”
He motions me inside. I hold my head high as I walk into the building. My mind races. What do I do? I know what’s considered right, lawfully, but to me, it feels wrong. Things are not always as black and white as they seem.
My stalker was protecting me. He’ll go to jail for attacking an asshole who tried to rape me. That’s not right. Just as it wasn’t right when they tried to punish Ty when he did the same thing.
“This way, ma’am.” The police officer closes the door and walks past me.
I follow. We weave through the small crowd of cops and my coworkers in the main room. Toward the back, close to Keith’s office, he addresses a man in a suit.
“Sir, this is her.” He steps aside.
“Thank you, officer. I’ll take it from here.” He waits for the cop to leave, then turns to me. “Ms. Albright, I’m Detective Cander. Can you walk me through what you did last night?”
From the corner of my eye, I see Tammy leaving. She gives me a snotty-ass smirk on her way. I never understood her distain of me, but it’s been there since I started working here. It’s obvious she threw me under the bus on purpose.
Bitch.
Trying my best to seem unbothered and keep to the truth as much as possible, I say, “I helped clean up the tables after my shift and went straight home.”
“Can anyone corroborate your story?”
“No. I live alone, and the doorman at my apartment was off-duty when I got home.”
“Someone mentioned you were the last to leave. Is that true?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t really look for anyone when I left.”
Detective Cander studies me. “Do you have a boyfriend who would get angry about you working here?”
I scoff. “No.”
“Why do you say it like that?”
“I haven’t dated in years.”
“Is there a reason for that?” He presses.
Narrow my eyes, I snarl, “Isn’t that kind of personal? What does that have to do with whatever is going on here?”
“Your boss was found murdered in his office.” Detective Cander taps on his phone before shoving it in my face. “And this was written on the wall behind him.”
My eyes widen as I jerk back. The image on the screen looks like a horror movie prank. Blood is smeared into words.
Don’t touch what’s mine.
Wetness pools between my thighs. I don’t date because no one catches my attention the way my stalker or Ty do. They are always the object of my imagination when I need to get off.
Like now. Seeing what my stalker wrote on the wall behind Keith’s dead body is making me want to run to a confined space and pleasure myself.