Chapter 120

BOOK 3: SHADOW & SURRENDER

Lying to the cops wasn't generally something I advised, but it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.

The man in the photo possessed that specific shade of forgettable light brown hair generic to many a white boy and his facial features were unremarkable, but he was saved from obscurity by a purple birthmark shaped like a comet under one eye.

"I've never seen him before." I handed the photo back to Sergeant Margery Tremblay of the Mundane Police Force and the closest thing I had to a friend among cops. "Who is he?"

"Can you confirm your whereabouts two nights ago between the hours of midnight and 3AM?" Despite her flawless makeup and cute silver pixie cut, her eyes were steely, and she asked the question with no trace of familiarity.

I leaned back in the plastic chair. "I was asleep."

"Alone?"

"Shocking, I know. My roommate was home."

"There's no one to confirm you didn't leave your place?" she said.