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“Ms. Albright.” The cop sat beside her. Morgan tried to focus on his face, but it blurred in and out.
“I’m Officer Randall. Can you tell me what happened?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. It was raining. I didn’t want to ride home in the rain, so I waited, and I wanted Chinese, so I got takeout. Nina didn’t answer when I texted, but she has a cold, so maybe taking a nap, I thought. Maybe. And my car was gone, and hers is in the shop, so maybe she took it to get something. That’s okay. She’s knows it’s okay.”
“Your car? What kind of car?”
“Um. Thank you.” Everything seemed distant now, far away. Like the wrong end of a telescope.
She took the water, used both trembling hands to lift it. “A Prius.”
“What color, what year? Do you know the tag number?”
“It’s blue. Dark blue. 2019. I—I can’t remember the number. I can’t think of it.”
“That’s all right. You came home and found Nina?”
“I came home, and I looked in her room. She’d come home from work because she had the box of tissues on the bed. She has a cold. And I was going to make her tea. I put the kettle on. I forgot I need to turn it off.”
“I did,” the EMT told her. “It’s fine.”
“I saw the broken glass. I saw it, and I got scared and I called nine-one-one. Then I saw her. I saw her arm, and the blood.”
“Where were you before you came home?”
“At work. At Greenwald’s Builders. It started to rain.”
“Right about five o’clock. Didn’t last long.”
“No. I looked at the radar so I waited it out, and I called in the order for dinner.”
“How’d you get home?”
“On my bike. I usually ride my bike to my day job if the weather’s okay. And if Nina doesn’t have a date and I have time, we usually have something to eat before I go back to work.”
“At Greenwald’s?”
“No, no. The Next Round.”
“You’re the bartender,” Randall said. “I thought I recognized you from somewhere. I’ve been in a few times. Ms. Albright, is there someone we can call for you, somewhere you can stay tonight?”
“I live here.”
“Maybe there’s someplace else you can stay tonight?”
“I don’t…” It hit her, hard, so hard, and everything came into vicious focus. “She’s dead. Nina’s dead. Somebody broke in and did that to her. We don’t even have anything that’s worth anything. We don’t have anything.”
“Why don’t we look around just to see if you notice anything missing. How about in Nina’s room?”
She got up, walked through the terrible clarity into Nina’s room.
“I don’t see her laptop. Her parents gave her a MacBook for Christmas. Not this one, the one before. It was pink. The cover. And her phone—iPhone. But it could be in her pocket.”
She took a deep breath. “Someone’s been in her dresser. She’s messy, but she doesn’t leave the drawers open like that.”
“Can you look in without touching anything?”
“The boxes are on the floor. The clear organizers for her jewelry. She didn’t have anything important, but she kept her jewelry in those boxes, and they’re on the floor. She’d have had a little cash—I don’t know how much—but a little in with her underwear. It couldn’t have been more than a hundred dollars.”
