From West to East Chapter 4
Mac smiled at Sam and Stella as they walked up to the interview room. Colby Mann was sitting in there, waiting.
"Would you like to help me with the interview Sam?" He asked kindly.
"Sure," Sam said with a bright smile.
She opened the door and walked into the room. Mac looked at Stella in shock. Stella just shrugged and gave him a smile, motioning towards the room.
"Mr. Mann, I'm Detective Taylor. This is Detective James. We'd like to ask you a few questions about Jamie Myers."
Colby Mann shot them a cocky grin, pushing his wavy blonde hair back. "Ask away."
Sam picked up on the questioning right away. "How did you know the victim?"
"Jamie is my girlfriend."
"When was the last time you saw her?" Mac asked.
"Last night. She invited me over to her place. She made me dinner and we…well, you know. I must say; she's one hot little lady."
Mac looked at him, disgusted.
"Did you leave the apartment afterwards?" Mac continued.
"Yes."
"What time?"
"I dunno. It must have been about 3:00 in the morning. Why are you asking me all this anyway?"
Sam frowned. "Is this how you left her?" She asked, shoving a photo of the dead body on the table.
The man's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the photograph. He got up quickly, pushing aside his chair and threw up in a trashcan in the corner. He knelt for minute coughing.
Sam shot Mac a look as she pulled the photo back.
Colby stood up slowly.
"That's…not how…I left her." He breathed as he sat back down. "She was fine, I swear!"
"Sir," Mac said. "You are the only other person we can put in that room."
"I didn't kill Jamie! I loved her!"
"We'll have to hold you until the evidence says otherwise," Mac said. He pushed a pad of paper towards Colby. "Write 'she's mine forever' in print please."
Colby obeyed. Mac took the paper and nodded to Sam. They exited the room.
"I don't think he did it." Sam spoke up.
"Neither do I," said Mac. "However, we can't rely on gut feelings. We have to go where the evidence leads us."
Stella joined them. "I'm going to check on that dirt stuff we found."
"I'll take the writing sample." Sam said.
"I'll work on the prints," Mac said. "Page me when you find something."
