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today. You don't think I had anything to do with it, do you?"
    "That's why we're here asking questions. How about you tell us more about your not so great date."
    I proceeded to give the detectives all of the gory details. When I mentioned I Nokia-ed Garrett's nose, Detective Bradford grunted, his only input into the conversation so far.
    "That was the extent of our time together. His car was gone when I returned to the parking lot and met the AAA driver. I was back home before ten. Garrett couldn't have died from me hitting him with the cell, could he?"
    "We haven't seen the full autopsy report yet but I can tell you the examiner discovered a significant contusion on the back of his head as well as a broken nose. Do you remember anything else about your, um...altercation?” Hunter asked.
    All I remembered was rolling around the front seat of Garrett's car while I tried to extract myself from his unwanted embraces. My fingerprints must be plastered all over the seat and the windshield.
    A strange expression flitted across Hunter's face. I could feel the heat rising up my face then working its way down to another zone.
    "How did you find out about our date?"
    "His laptop. He used Outlook to manage his appointments. The time and the name of the restaurant. And the initials—LM. It might have taken us awhile to figure out whom he met with but we received a call from one of the Love Club employees a few hours ago. She confirmed you went out with him last night."
    Gee thanks, Sunny.
    "Did Lindstrom mention anything during dinner that could help our investigation?"
    I tried to recall if Garrett had said anything revealing during his monologue on depreciation. All I could remember was blah, blah, blah.
    "How about anything suspicious inside Leonardo's?” Detective Hunter asked. “Or maybe later when you walked through the parking lot?"
    I crinkled my nose at him, puzzled. “Suspicious, like what?"
    "Someone observing you while you were eating. Following you outside.” He shot a questioning look at me. “You do realize you could have been attacked as well."
    My stomach did a back-flip cartwheel combination. It never once crossed my mind that I could also have been in danger. “What time was Garrett killed?"
    "The medical examiner said it was sometime between ten and midnight."
    I didn't like the sound of this at all.
    "Can you account for your whereabouts after leaving the restaurant, Ms. McKay?” boomed Tall and Bald.
    I jumped. “Whereabouts? Like where I was, uh...about?"
    Hunter snorted but maintained his deadpan expression. “Yes. Did you stop anywhere on your way home? Can your children confirm what time you arrived?"
    "They were in bed by the time I got here. After I drove out of the parking lot I went through the McDonald's drive-through and bought a coffee because I felt kind of shook up. I don't know if anyone would remember me."
    They exchanged glances, which must have been some type of secret signal because Detective Hunter stood up, slipping the tiny notepad into his pocket. Detective Bradford unfurled himself from my chair, lumbering out the door without a goodbye.
    The younger detective followed, pausing to shake my hand.
    "Thank you, Ms. McKay. Perhaps the next time we see each other it will be under more pleasant circumstances—like another soccer game."
    I wouldn't describe meeting over Ben's prostrate body as pleasant, but it was preferable to being involved in a murder.
    "Please call if you have any more questions. I'm anxious for you to solve this crime. And I promise not to injure any more dates."
    I thought my comment might get a laugh out of the detective, but his expression remained blank. This guy had absolutely no sense of humor.
    I leaned against the door. “Goodbye, Detective Hunter."
    He paused on the sidewalk and looked back over his shoulder, a slight smile briefly flitting across his face. His response filled the chilly night air.
    "Don't you mean Detective Hunk?"
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