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There are two cops, and they want to speak to everyone separately, except from Beth and Leanne who are interviewed together because Beth is traumatized and doesn’t want to be left on her own.
She’s been joking around, but anyone can see how shaky she is. Leanne seems to make her feel a little better, so they’re together in the yard with the female cop, while the rest of us are being taken into the lounge one by one for statements.
It's a process I’m familiar with, but I don’t feel as comfortable as I usually do with it.
The only thing that’s changed is meeting Leanne.
I can’t see her right now.
I try to take comfort in knowing where she is, and who she’s with, but one thing is bothering me.
That stupid kid who stuffed a girl into his closet is outside somewhere, too.
I look up at the cop and he gives me an expectant stare.
“Oh, sorry, what was that?” I ask, not sure if he asked me something.
If he did, I completely missed it.
He sighs. “You said you came out here because this girl’s best friend told you she was missing. Why didn’t you call us then?”
“Oh, right. It hadn’t been two days.”
He writes that down. “How long had it been?”
“A day,” I tell him. “It wasn’t like her, so we looked at guys she’d dated recently and this one had rumored anger issues, so we started here.”
“Rumored?” he asks.
“They’re in the same college class. Kids like to gossip.”
“So, what happened when you got here?”
“We knocked on the door, and eventually, Marcus Hamilton Junior opened it.”
“How did you identify it was him?”
“Social media photos pointed out to us by my partner’s daughter who’s the girl’s best friend.”
I might not want to admit to any hacking we did to get here faster, but it would be stupid to cover up the existing relationship between the victim and my agency. It shouldn’t mean anything to the case.
“Your partner’s daughter’s name is?”
“Secret Leto.”
“Partner’s name?”
“Leanne Leto.”
Shit. Wait. The world doesn’t know Secret is Leanne’s daughter.
I just told a cop, and he’s going to record that detail.
It takes a second to decide adding anything would only make that detail stand out more to this guy and whoever else reads the casefile. So, I keep my mouth shut. It isn’t an important detail. They have no reason to look anything up, no reason to confirm it.
The cop keeps asking questions, and I answer them, careful not to mention anything again about Leanne or Secret. I stick to everything that happened in this house, including coming downstairs and finding Marcus gone.
