that but it doesn’t really make me feel that much better.”
“It usually doesn’t,” said Fletchall. “But
you need to hold onto that or for the next few days you are going to constantly
be wondering what else you could have done. That isn’t going to help you or
anyone else.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Fletchall cleared his throat. “You knew it
was Jolena Aaron when you pulled her ashore?”
“Yes. I didn’t know her surname, but I met
her yesterday at the barbecue,” I said.
“How did you meet her?” Fletchall asked,
his tone becoming a little less sympathetic as if he was trying to strive for a
bit of distance.
“Ramos introduced her to me,” I said.
“How were they acting towards each other?”
Fletchall asked.
“They seemed happy.” I could say that
honestly. If I had never seen Jolena Aaron at the mansion I would have never
guessed they were anything other than a loving couple.
“Was there any reason why she would be at
that property last night?” Fletchall asked, a frown on his face.
I could understand. From an outsider’s
point of view, this whole situation did not add up at all.
“I don’t know why she would have been there
last night,” I said carefully. “I do know she has been at the mansion
previously though.”
Fletchall looked up, not quite showing the
level of interest that I would have assumed that statement merited.
“What was she doing there?”
I grimaced. I had no loyalty to Jolena but
I knew that what I was going to say was going to hurt Ramos. Despite the fact
our relationship could best be described as barely civil, I really did not want
to hurt her this way.
“Jolena had visited the mansion a few
nights ago as a fan.”
“Go on.”
“She was involved in a threesome with one
of the band members which became violent and she was removed from the
property.”
Fletchall didn’t look surprised. “We are
aware that there was a previous casual encounter between her and Ash Weston. Is
there anything else you can add?”
I shook my head, a little shocked. I had
not expected Ash to admit to knowing Jolena. I was used to working in an
industry where the first and only reaction was always to lie.
“Is there anything else that you can think
of that may help with the investigation?”
I shook my head again. As far as I was
concerned, that was pretty much it.
“Anything,” Fletchall repeated.
Before I could answer, the door to the
interrogation room opened, and Detective Pickett and another man walked in.
“What are you doing?” growled Fletchall,
throwing an irritated look at his partner.
“This is Miss Eyre’s attorney,” Pickett
said patiently.
He must have seen my look of confusion. The
only attorney I had ever used was Reggie Goodman, Monique’s husband. I had
never seen this man before in my life.
“The record company has organized
representation for yourself as well as the band,” Pickett explained.
I was stunned. Never before in my life of
dealing with celebrities had one of them made the effort to provide me with a
lawyer. It almost made me feel like a valued member of a team. I still wasn’t
sure which team this lawyer was from. But still, I was part of a team which
didn’t make sure the important people were okay and then forgot about me. That
made me feel special.
“Miss Eyre, my name is Harold O’Brien. I
need your consent to act as your attorney.”
I waited a second before nodding. Despite
the fact that as far as interrogations went, this one had been better than any
of my previous ones, I was tired, cold and wet. The sooner I was out of here
the happier I was going to be.
Fletchall’s features tightened.
“I really don’t know anything else,” I
said, hoping to lighten the blow.
I could see I was wasting my breath.
Fortunately for me, it seemed Fletchall was saving his ire for his partner.
“Miss Eyre,” my new lawyer said, indicating
that I should follow him.
I walked past Fletchall and Pickett as they
glared at
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