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thought it was highly unsanitary and secretly sprayed it with disinfectant when she wasn’t looking. Same as I do with half the things in her shop.” Jaz gasped, and I winced with a sorry look, then turned my gaze back on Boomer. “I notice things like that. Satisfied?”
    He just grunted again, making some notes—and making me seriously irritated. The man was not very likable.
    “You were saying?” Detective Stevens asked encouragingly, showing the first genuine signs that he really did want to help clear Jaz’s name.
    I clung to that and continued, ignoring Boomer the Butthead. “Anyway, when I got to the store today, I couldn’t stand the mess. There was so much blood.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry and my skin feeling like it was crawling. I took a breath and continued, “So I did what I always do. I started cleaning, as much as the CSI team would allow, that is. That’s when I noticed the pillow was gone.”
    “Did you move it?” he asked Jaz.
    “Moving my butt pillow was the last thing on my mind last night. Darrin and I headed straight up to my nookie nook—my loft—with a bottle of wine and didn’t come down until this morning. Or at least I didn’t. That’s when I found him lying on the floor by the front door in a pool of blood.”
    “Yet nothing was taken and there was no sign of a break-in, correct?” Detective Stevens checked his notes.
    “Correct. I don’t know how anyone could have gotten in. I just know I didn’t do it.”
    “No gun, either,” said Detective Matheson, taking over. “Like the killer hid it just before we got here. Yet you admit to having the same type of gun that it appears the killer used, which is also missing. Convenient if you ask me.”
    “Why would I admit to that if I killed him with it?” Jaz stood up and started pacing.
    “We would have found that out in time.” Detective Matheson shrugged.
    “Look, I’m cooperating,” she said right in his face. He didn’t even flinch. “I might not have an alibi, but I certainly don’t have motive, either. And I have no idea where the stupid murder weapon is.”
    “Isn’t your MO to meet them, love them, and leave them?” Boomer sneered.
    Given Boomer’s history with Jaz, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to make a comment like this. However, the way he used the exact words I’d said to Nik made my stomach turn.
    Jaz shot me a horrified look, and I nailed Nik with a How could you look. He must have repeated what I’d said to his partner. I’d only meant Darrin was her type because he wasn’t the serious sort. Detective Stevens didn’t quite meet my eyes.
    “Hence the word leave them, not kill them,” I sputtered, shooting Detective Matheson a murderous look.
    “We’re just trying to prepare you for what type of questions you’ll be asked. Are you sure you don’t want your attorney present?” Detective Stevens asked quietly.
    Jaz thrust her chin up defiantly. “I have nothing to hide.”
    “Then why didn’t you call 911?” Detective Moron asked, butting in again.
    “I told you I overslept. I woke up to sirens wailing and came down to find Mrs. Flannigan pounding on the front door. She’s one of my regular customers and knew I was having a sale today. She’s the one who called 911. You know the rest.”
    “Are we done here? I think Ms. Alvarez has been through enough for one day. Don’t you think so, Detective?” I shot Detective Stevens a look that said You owe me .
    “Well, I don’t know—” Matheson started to speak.
    “I think you’re right, Miss Ballas. We’re done here,” Detective Stevens said, giving his partner a firm no-nonsense look.
    His partner stared him down, then finally backed off. “Fine. You know the drill. Don’t leave town, Ms. Alvarez. And call us if you can think of anything else. We’ll be in touch.”
    “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got your number,” she snarled.
    And I had an edge, I thought. I shuffled her out the door as quickly as I