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At that question, my body tensed. That question was not the kind of question that I thought meant someone wasn’t in trouble. It was the kind of question that made me think the police thought I was somewhere I shouldn’t have been.
“I was out driving around for a while, and then I went home,” I replied.
“Driving around?”
I nodded and confirmed, “Driving around.”
“Where did you go?”
“Nowhere specific,” I told him. “I was just driving around to clear my head.”
He tipped his head to the side and eyed me curiously. “You had something on your mind?”
“Yes.”
“Anything in particular?” he pressed.
Shaking my head, I replied, “No offense, Officer Webber, but I’m not interested in discussing what’s on my mind with someone I don’t know.”
Whether or not he liked it, Officer Webber accepted my words and said, “Fair enough. So, you drove around. Did you stop anywhere before you went back home?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Okay, and about what time did you get home last night?” he pressed.
God, I’d driven around for so long, my mind completely caught up in so many negative emotions that I quickly lost track of time. Before I knew it, it had gotten late. “It was just before eleven.”
“And is there anyone that can corroborate that?” he returned.
Of course, there wasn’t. Because I didn’t have anyone there. Even if it had normally been a movie night, nobody was staying at the tiny homes last night. That was probably the only bright side to this whole nightmare.
In a normal situation, I wouldn’t have been thrilled with the knowledge that not one of my homes was being stayed in last night. And today it was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, I was grateful nobody had been there, considering the police were there this afternoon, and I’d been hauled off in a police cruiser. It was a relief to know that none of my guests saw it.
But on the other hand, not having anyone there, I stood no chance of being able to prove that I was where I said I was. Then again, I had to take a step back to think about that, too.
Even if there had been guests, nobody likely would have been able to corroborate my story. Guests were generally there to relax or enjoy a night out on the town or even just want some time alone. It might have been slightly depressing, but my guests didn’t generally stay in one of my tiny homes simply so they could hang out with me.
Right now, I would have loved nothing more than if I’d had someone come and join me for movie night. I should have taken Leo up on his offer.
Sadly, everything on my mind, the whole reason I’d needed to go for a drive to clear my head, was all related to him.
“No, sir. I live alone,” I told him.
Officer Hudson made a face that indicated to me that he had been hoping I’d have a different answer for him.
There was a bit of a lengthy pause. Just as Officer Hudson was about to speak, the door to the room opened and another man walked in. He moved toward the table, sat down, and said, “Hi, Hanna. I’m Detective Brock Morris.”
I offered a slight nod in return. I wasn’t going to tell him that it was nice to meet him, because, quite frankly, it wasn’t. I wanted to be home, so I could climb into my bed, bury my face in my pillow, and allow rivers of tears to leak from my eyes. For now, I had to hold it together.
Detective Morris took over the line of questioning. “Hanna, can you talk to me about the nature of your relationship with Archibald Hogan?”
The second I heard his name, the tip of my nose began to sting. Then, as my breathing quickened, and I stared at the detective, I recalled that Officer Hudson had asked me where I was last night.
Archie had been murdered last night.
Oh, God.
Did they think I had something to do with it?
