Deja vu strikes me hard while I'm sitting at the table in an interrogation room across a cheap bargain brand table as I look into the eyes of Detective Brinks. The same detective who asked me questions after Jade's body was found. The memory is unwelcome and serves to tighten the knot already taking hold low in my stomach.
"So, you just happened to be there when a girl was snatched?"
I cock my head to the side. "She wasn't snatched. She was drugged and probably taken somewhere she thought would be safe, but wasn't."
The police department insisted that anyone that was present at the party come down for an interview. Lexington and I came, of course, without much argument. It's also an opportunity for me to ask some questions of my own. Obviously, I haven't done much in the way of impeding any of their investigations, but I'm not above running my own alongside it and using any details I can fish out of the good detective throughout the process.
