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“Baby, can you pick Angie up on your way home? I’m at the planet now waiting on a coffee before I head out.” Tina says speaking into the phone while mixing her coffee with some creamers.
“Of course, T.”
“How is your day going?” Tina asks while smiling through the phone.
“It’ll be better once I’m in your arms tonight.”
“Bette, you soft fool.”
“I’ll talk to you later T.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Tina places her coffee cup on the counter as she unzips her purse to toss her phone in.
“Ms. Tina Kennard?”
Tina looks up from her purse to see a tall man dressed in a suit standing over her.
“I’m detective Lucas Scott.” The detective pulls out with badge flashing it for a quick second.
“What brings you here?” Tina asks in confusion.
“Tina, is everything ok?” Kit says approaching.
“Do you mind coming down to the station to answer some questions?”
“Questions? About what?”
“About Ms. Jenny Schector.”
“Can’t we talk here?”
“I would much prefer if you join me down at the station.”
“Ms. Kennard, have a seat, please.” The interrogator pointed towards the chair on the other side of the table.
Tina took a seat and folded her arms across her chest looking at the interrogator.
“Would you like something? A glass of water.”
He gestured his hand to the reflective mirror at the back of the wall.
In stepped a young burette woman. “Yes sir?”
“Christina, would you please bring a jug of water and one glass.”
“I was already questioned the night of Jenny’s death. What am I doing here? Whatever it is you guys think I did, I didn’t.”
“What exactly do you think we think you did, Ms. Kennard?”
Christina returned with a jug and a glass laying it on the table in front of them.
“Thank you, Christina.”
She smiled at him, turned and left the room.
“We had some interesting things mentioned to us about your relationship with Ms. Schector.”
“Me and Jenny had a very complicated friendship at the end but I would never do anything to harm her.”
“What exactly was your guys feud about?” The interrogator asks sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs.