"I know the areas very well…" Nash told him.
"I don't remember the hospital. I don't even remember the railroad."
"They are near the residential area you spoke about, though," I said softly as I went through the map application on my phone and pulled it out. I knew where it was. And I had a clue as to who lived in the residential area.
Collins. I might have abused my power to access records and found that one out.
What a wonderful image this was coming out to be.
"Okay, so she was freaking out about something you said. What happened then? How did she kick you out?" Nash changed the topic immediately.
This man didn't do smooth transitions. He used my interjections as punctuation and flitted between conversations.
"Yeah. So, she tried to open the door but it was locked. I didn't want to be in her house when she clearly wanted me to get out. So, I exited through the backyard."
"And that's it?" Nash asked in a controlled voice.
