A/N: I'm glad you guys are all enjoying this fic. I'm so excited! Last chapter was the most reviews I have ever received (on any of my IS stories) for one chapter in less than a week! I'm so proud and I love seeing the great reviews…though you're all asking me the same question. I'm not saying who killed Marc in any review reply, so don't suspect too much. I love seeing the theories though…I love seeing everyone drawing conclusions. I'm actually surprised that none of you…well, I'll stop there. Don't want to give too much away. :D I hope you guys enjoy and I'll try to post more soon, but I don't have chapter 9 finished (not even close). I'll try to work on it soon and get it posted ASAP. I hope you all enjoy this!

Chapter 8

Tommy stepped into the kitchen, keeping his face stoic. It was another habit he had picked up growing up in a rich family, learning to hide your emotions, and it was definitely coming in handy. He would never tell Jude this, but he was scared shitless. He already knew as soon as he heard about Snow's murder that he'd be suspect number one. It was just a matter of time for the cops to draw up that same conclusion. Tommy wasn't stupid though, that much was true. He had grown up with a family of lawyers, his grandfather was one, his mother is, and his father was before he became a senator, along with a couple aunts and uncles. He wasn't unaware of the law and he was going to use all of that to his advantage. (not at all familiar with Canadian law, so this is going to be based off of American law, sorry for anything that maybe incorrect in Canada)

The Mounties gestured for Tommy to take a seat and he did, facing the detectives.

"Mr. Quincy, where were you this evening?" the first asked.

"I was at G Major the majority of my day."

"Can you elaborate, please." The second asked.

"I got to work about 9am…worked with the first artist for…"

"You can skip the in depth details. We need to know how long you were there and whom you were with." Tommy sighed, knowing this was coming.

"Like I said before, I was there about 9am this morning, I was with a variety of artists until around 12 when Jude came in. She, Kwest who's my sound tech, and myself were in the studio together."

"Jude said you sent her home about 6ish?" Tommy nodded.

"She's been stressed out lately. We finished recording the song and all Kwest and I had to do was finish the mixing…nothing we needed her for. I thought she could use the time to relax and spend time with her mom and sister." Tommy stated, laying out his motives for getting Jude out of the studio. One of the Mounties nodded and wrote something down.

"Kwest and I continued until about 6:30, when his girlfriend called and wanted to know if he would meet her for dinner, I told Kwest to go; I didn't really need his help to finish mixing…we pretty much just needed to lay the final back tracks and record…all stuff I could do that myself. Kwest left about a quarter til 7, I was at the studio until around 9."

"Can anyone collaborate this?" Tommy sighed.

"No. It's a Saturday, most of the interns don't work Saturdays, and even then, they're gone by 4. Georgia was out on business all day, and EJ had taken the day off. It was just me after Kwest left." Tommy said, closing his eyes, knowing exactly what was coming.

"We were told by Jude Harrison that you had spoken to Mark Snow days before his death?"

"Yes."

"What was the content of the conversation?"

"The bastard was harassing my fiancé and I threatened him to leave her alone." Tommy said, his jaw clenching slightly and his hands tightening into fists.

"Mr. Quincy, when Mr. Snow was arrested last November, he claimed you had assaulted him." Tommy scoffed.

"You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you found that bastard trying to rape your girlfriend in a rat infested alley." The Mounties said nothing for a long moment, contemplating Tommy's words. They made some notes and Tommy sighed.

"Look, I know the law, and I know how this looks, and I'm not going to say anything more without presence of legal council." The two Mounties glanced at one another and finished off their notes.

"We're done here Mr. Quincy, but we must tell you, we're going to need to see you down at the station tomorrow for further questioning." The Mounties got up, and went to leave the room when the older one turned to face Tommy. "And don't think about leaving the Country…or the Province." He stared pointedly and turned and left. Tommy sighed heavily and held his face in his hands. He didn't need to be told that he was screwed until another suspect came to light…if there was one. A soft hand touched his shoulder and made him start. He bolted up and turned his head quickly to see Jude standing there, her emerald green (?) eyes questioning.

"They want to talk to me more tomorrow." He stated. Jude flung herself at him and pulled him into a tight hug. Tommy returned the gesture and buried his face in her hair; wondering what tomorrow would bring.