Chapter 48: Interrogation, Again

The taller man sat across from Grace, his dark brown eyes boring a hole through her. Detective Malek he said his name was. His large head sported more hair than she’d ever seen on one human being. Kept short, she still couldn’t see his scalp or his forehead.

“We’re recording this.”

“Fine.”

She hoped Zach had called Mark. A lawyer should be on the way.

“Do you want a lawyer present?”

“Not yet.”

“What brought you to Dolores Holten’s house last night?”

“I was out for run and happened to go by her house when I heard a scream.”

“You happened by her house.” He looked over his shoulder at the other detective. “Is that your usual route?”

“I don’t have a usual route.”

“How many miles do you run?” He leaned towards her as if they were just two people talking in a coffee shop.

“Between three and six.”

“And how far is Miss Holten’s house from your apartment?”

“I don’t know. Besides I wasn’t at my apartment. It burned down.”