Shane: Tidwell, I’m doing it.

Tidwell: You sure?

Shane nodded. Tidwell left closing the door behind him. The silence and awkwardness made both of the girls uneasy. Shane hadn’t thought about it before she barged in. She turned her back to Molly and walked over to the mirror on the wall. She knew Carmen was standing behind it. She leaned her forehead on it. Carmen smiled and touched the glass.

Molly: Hey.

Shane turned and looked her in the eye. Her jaws locked into place. She grabbed the chair and sat down in front of Molly.

Shane: I don’t know whether it’s you interrogating me, or me interrogating you, but I came here for answers, and if I get them I’ll leave you alone.

Molly nodded. She could see the whites of Shane’s knuckles. She moved and placed a hand over Shane’s fist.

Shane: Why?

Molly: There’s no reason.

Shane: That’s not a good enough answer.

Molly: She’s my aunt.

Shane: So what.

Molly: She took care of me more than my own mother did.

Shane: You had so many chances to kill Carmen and me. Why not?

Molly was quiet. Her head hung low and she withdrew her hand from Shane’s.

Shane: Why?

Molly: Because I fell in love. Because I knew you loved her.

Shane: Then why didn’t you stop her?

Molly: Do you think I could? You couldn’t even do it. How could I?

Shane: Where is she?

Molly: I don’t know.

Shane: I need to know. She hurt Carmen.

Molly: I don’t know.

Shane: Tell me Molly. I need to know where she is.

Shane was standing leaning over the table. Molly turned her head away. Shane was getting angry and frustrated. Molly was her friend, but now they were cop and suspect. Shane didn’t want that.

Shane: Molly, tell me.

She was angry at being lied to, angry that Molly said she loved her. Angry at everything. She was having a hard time keeping her anger in check. Her hands gripping the table, she threw it to the side. Carmen bolted out of the room next door and rushed in.