"Please." Her green eyes were pleading. "You have to help me. I didn't do it."
Jace sighed. They had found her on the victims balcony with blood on her hands, which could have come from her head wound, but he was still waiting on results from Aline in forensics on whether the blood was hers or the victims. All evidence pointed to the theory that she had done it, but Jace just couldn't bring himself to believe that she had. She didn't exactly seem like the Jeffery Dommer type. "There's no evidence to prove that, Ms. Fray."
"Yea, there is!"
"Oh, really? Would you like to share this information with me?"
"Sure. What's one more detail of my life for you to know? Do you want to know what time I got there? And I a—was his girlfriend. Of course my prints would be on his stuff." There was a knock on the door, and then Aline poked her head in. "Can I talk to you?" She wouldn't look at the woman sitting across from him. "Oh sure, act like I'm not here." She muttered, crossing her arms and slumping in her chair.
Jace rolled his eyes and closed the door with a soft click, leaning against it. "What did you find?"
"The blood is hers. The blood on her hands, the deck, and the door is all hers. My theory is that the killer knocked her out by smashing her head against the patio door, and she fell to the deck and the blood pooled a bit before clotting. Like any sensible person would do, she probably put her hands to her head because it hurt, and then got the blood on her hands. Okay, it's not my theory, it's on tape. So, it wasn't her."
"Did you get a good look at the person who knocked her out?"
"No. He had a black pillowcase over his head. My guess is that we could have a gang that lives by the KKK's principles. Or just a killer."
Jace sighed and ran his hands through his hair. This whole thing had just gotten a lot more complicated.
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Clary—who he'd just recently learned the name of—grinned smugly as he walked back into the interrogation room. "Now do you believe me?"
"You're still a witness." He said, and watched as her smile faltered, and then fell completely. "Who knocked you out?"
"I already told you that I don't know." Clary said, irritated. She just wanted to curl up in the fetal position on her bed, hide in the blanket, and die. Not only was the one she loved dead, but so was her best friend. Tears of anger and frustration bubbled up in her eyes, stinging when she tried to fight them back. "For an hour I couldn't even remember my own name, let alone who killed my boyfriend!"
"Very convient for you to not remember what happened due to a head wound." Clary scoffed and stuck out her arms, wrists turned up. "Then cuff me, kind officer."
"But I thought you didn't do it."
"I didn't, but it's obvious you aren't going to believe a word I say."
"A guilty woman would't just offer herself up."
"So that's all it took for you to believe me? Man if I'd know that, I would've tried this a lot earlier."
"Sarcasm get's old after a while." Jace told her. Even he knew that.
"Well, I'm a cranky bitch when things like this happen. So, you know what?"
"What?"
"I want to find out who took the life of the most important person in my life. I want on to the investigation."
