Helena: Jenny and I had an office fling, of course this was before I met you darl…dartective Duffy.

Duffy: Riiiight…..

Duffy: Let me guess, you had sex with Jenny too.

Kit: Good god no, I had sex with Tim.  Jenny’s ex.

Duffy: Un-fucking-believable.  Thank you for your cooperation Miss Porter.  I’m sorry, Kit I’ll be in touch if I need anything else.

Kit: Okay girl, we’ll see you later at the cafe, and you too don’t be a stranger.

Effeminate male voice: Thank you Miss Porter, I just love the coffee and muffins.

Kit: Please just call me Kit.

Voice: Thanks Kit, I’m Billy.

Duffy: I’ll see you later Kit.

Billy: What the hell was up with taxi cab confessions?

Duffy: If you hung out with them you’d understand.

Billy: Must be a chick thing.

Duffy: No just a family affair.

Kit was escorted a few doors down to a room where the rest of the gang were waiting in.  The café owner joined her family who shared looks of understanding between each other after the return of the last person to be interviewed.  The seven family members knew that Jenny was incapable of physically harming anyone let alone killing Adele.  However, whatever went on last night they would sell a family member out.

“Jenny?” Nikki asked as she sat on a bench in her own cell opposite from Jenny’s.

“Yes Nikki” Jenny responded as she lay on her back staring up at the gray ceiling.

“Did you, you know?” Nikki was reluctant to say the theme of the evening.

“Did I kill her?”  Jenny whispered back in a mischievous manner.  “What do you think?”

“No you didn’t kill her” the actress shook her head at the same time, suddenly nervous.  “I mean, I don’t think so.  You don’t seem like the type.”

“What makes you think that?”  Jenny asked.

“You just don’t seem like the type to me” Nikki shrugged.

“Are you the type?” Jenny turned her head in direction of the suddenly shy actress/former lover.

“No” Nikki timidly replied.