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“What’s Oscar’s last name?” she asked.
“I…don’t know. He just got brought in by a whole bunch of you guys. He has brown hair.”
“And different colored eyes,” Layana chimed in.
“Yes. One green and one brown,” I said.
The officer’s eyes sharpened. “Have a seat please.”
“He’s here, right?” I asked. “We came to the right station?”
“Have a seat,” she said again.
With nothing else to do, Layana and I took a seat on one of the wooden benches.
“Why do you think they brought him in?” I asked her. “He’s all right, right?”
She took my hand and gave me a small smile.
“He found his wallet and we were waiting until tomorrow for him to look into his last name and where he lives and all of that. This just…it doesn’t make any sense.”
“Hopefully we’ll get some answers soon,” Layana said.
I leaned my head on her shoulder.
Was Oscar in some kind of trouble? This had to be some sort of misunderstanding. I didn’t know what his life was like before we met, but Iknewhim. There was no way he was a murderer or anything like that.
Another officer came up to the one at the counter. The two of them spoke and then stared at me likeIwas a murderer.
They said a few more words, then the officer behind the desk waved me back over, that suspicious look still on her face.
“What did you say your name was?” she asked.
“Morgan Montrose. I’m here to see Oscar.”
The other cop moved around behind me, like they were afraid I would do something crazy or make a run for it.
Layana stepped up beside me, and I was so grateful for her support.
“What is the nature of your relationship with Mr. Carrington?” the officer behind the desk asked.
“Who is Mr. Carrington? Is that Oscar’s last name?” Layana asked.
Who else could she be talking about? The officer narrowed her eyes at me, like we were feigning ignorance, which was ridiculous.
“Oscar and I…we’re…”We have sex, great sex. We talk about everything. I think I’m falling for him.“Friends.”
“How exactly did you meet Mr. Carrington?” she asked.
“At the hospital. I was there to apologize because of the accident at the studio. I accidentally lost my grip on my crafting hammer and it flew out the window and hit someone—Oscar. I didn’t know who he was or what was happening to him, and I felt just awful.”
Worse than words could describe.
“So you’re saying you didn’t target Mr. Carrington personally when you assaulted him.”
“Hey,” Layana said. “This is sounding an awful lot like an interrogation. You’re going to need to go through her lawyer to ask anything else.”
We both knew I couldn’t afford a lawyer. And if there were consequences for what I’d done, I’d gladly pay them. I just needed to see Oscar.
