to get lost."
"So, you think Dawson was at the warehouse?"
"Yep."
"Before or after the murder?"
"Don't know, but I think it’s time to find out. Would you care to join me, Detective?"
Kallie turned and looked up at him. "Why does that turn me on, Detective?"
"Because you’re dating a cop, and you think I'm hot."
"Nuclear, Detective. Nuclear. Your brain is sexy as fuck, too."
"Right back at yah, Tiger." Brock leaned down and kissed her cheek quickly.
"Boundaries, Detective King."
"Nobody was watching, Detective Redman." He wrapped his arms around her.
"Well in that case, kiss me like you mean it, and then let's go get us a murderer." She sighed into the warm embrace and delicious kiss. The quick intimacy was not enough, but with the way things were unfolding, it could be their only time alone, together, today. She leaned back when he moved away from her. "Are you ready?" She ran her hands up his arms.
"I am. You?"
Kallie chuckled. "Raring to go. But we can go question the suspect if you insist." She laughed at Brock's pained groan. She popped him on the arm with her notepad and headed to the door.
She waited for Brock outside the interview room and wiped the smile away, putting her game face on. They entered together. Dawson’s gaze switched between them but he didn't ask any questions.
"We have a couple follow up questions, Dawson."
"Sure." The man nodded.
"Where were you between 6:00 and 9:00 on Wednesday evening?" Kallie leaned back as she asked and flipped open her notebook. She then stared at the man in front of her.
"I was with Cynthia."
"Where?"
"Ah... We worked that day."
"Until when? Oh, never mind. I can get the surveillance tape. What did you do after you left the store?" Kallie jotted a note down on the side of her clean sheet of paper and moved slightly as her phone vibrated in her pocket.
"I don't remember." The man looked down at his hands.
"Come on, Dawson. It’s a simple question." Brock leaned forward and placed his forearms on the table, clasping his hands together.
"I think I need a lawyer." Dawson muttered.
"Are you telling me you want a lawyer or asking if you need one? See, there is a big difference in those two variations. If you want a lawyer, and dude, you've got every right to talk to a lawyer, as a matter of fact, let me advise you of your rights." Kallie recited the guy's Miranda Rights, pulling her card even though she knew the damn thing by heart. She asked him if he understood what she'd just told him. Her phone vibrated again.
"Yeah, I understand."
Brock took over. "Cool. So, the question is do you want to talk to a lawyer because let me tell you what is going to happen if you do that. We are going to get up and leave, and we are going to go in and talk to Cynthia. What do you think she's going to say, Dawson? Do you think she's going to hold back, or do you think she's going to paint us a picture with you as the bad guy, just like the allegations she made that you pushed her down the stairs Wednesday night?"
Dawson was adamant. "I didn't do that. I was at the club. I've never hurt anyone."
"And we are checking that out, because that's what we do. We find the truth. The real truth, not a convenient shade of the truth. Now, do you want a lawyer, or are you willing to answer questions?"
"It doesn't matter, man. I'm dead if I talk, and if I don’t, they're going to say it was me, and I spend my life in jail."
"Where were you between 6:00 and 9:00 that night." Brock asked.
"We closed the store between 5:00 and 6:00. She was pissed, so damn mad. She told me to get into the car. We drove to the harbor. A big building. A warehouse." A tear slid down the guys face.
Kallie clarified, "To be exact, the 'she' you're mentioning is Cynthia White?"
"Yeah."
Brock snapped the next question, "What did you do there?"
"She met a guy. He told her to get Samuel to come out. She made me call him."
Kallie once again pushed for more details, "What time was that?"
"I don't know, it was after sunset, maybe 6:30, a little after."
Brock asked the next question. They were tag teaming the witness like they'd been doing it for years. "How did you call him?"
"She gave me a phone after she dialed the number."
"Was it her cell phone?" Kallie moved her