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?I walked in. Well, no, I didn’t walk in. I sashayed in. I vamped my way into the room and every male eye was riveted to the bitch-goddess who could make their dreams come true.
?My perfect little black dress was sleeveless and hugged my bosom and hips like a second skin, to end just as it touched my knees. The color set off my red hair and pale skin. I wore high heels which made me taller and also made my legs look good. I was even wearing a pair of fishnet stockings to complete the ensemble of doom.
?As I walked in, Mark’s mouth fell open, as well as both Elvis and DeStadler.
?I moved to the table and sat demurely as Uncle Louie put a paper in front of me.
?“Ms. Homes, is this your statement?”
?I gave it a glance. “Yes.”
?“And it states that between 1:00 and 2:00 AM last night, you were staying at Mr. Watkins’ condominium, is that correct?”
?“Correct.”
?“But you were not alone?”
?“No, I was not. Mr. Watkins was with me.”
?“In the bedroom?”
?“Yes, he’d crept into the bedroom about midnight.” As I spoke, I noticed that there were crime scene photos on the table, so I made a point to give them a quick gander.
?“You approved of Mr. Watkins joining you?”
?“Most definitely,” I sa
id and flashed a smile at Mark that suggested we’d shared pleasures that the detectives could only dream of. “He spent the rest of the night with me until Detective DeStadler knocked on our door about 8:00 AM.”
?“Hold on,” DeStadler bellowed. “Mr. Watkins stated he slept on the couch.”
?Louie gazed at Mark. “What do you have to say, Mark?”
?He took the hint. “I…uh…I didn’t want the detective to think anything…um…untoward about Ms. Homes.”
?“Say what?” Detective Elvis said.
?“Hey,” Louie countered, “Mr. Watkins is a writer. That’s how he talks, okay?”
?I spoke up. “I believe that Detective DeStadler saw me in a rather revealing outfit.” I cast my eyes down shyly.
?It was DeStadler’s turn to blush.
?“So you see, gentlemen,” Louie said, “I have a witness who can vouch for Mr. Watkins’ whereabouts at the time of the murder.”
?“A witness who there is every indication is his accomplice,” DeStadler grumbled.
?Louie got up and again returned to the door, opened it, and snapped his fingers.
?Tina walked in and handed Louie a folded paper with great finesse.
?“Thank you, Tina,” he said, and the woman gave him a nod and left.
?“This is a writ of Habeas Corpus, demanding Mr. Watkins’ immediate release.”
?He handed it to Detective DeStadler and turned to Sheryl and me.
?“Sheryl, Mark, we are going.”
