"I haven't done anything." Evangeline now found herself sitting at a metal table in the police headquarters. Across from her sat the two detectives she had run into at Club Luminescence when her band, Psycho Puppy, was playing a 'mystery set'(as the club owner called it).
"Oh, we know." Alex Eames began flipping papers in front of Evangeline. "No DUI," a paper flew across the table towards the red-headed 20 year old. "No traffic ticket," another paper traveled across the table. "Not even a PDA". A final piece of paper was launched, and then stopped by the hand of Evangeline.
"Okay, so why am I here?"
"We need to ask you about a friend of yours…" Goren placed a photo of Clyde Trosner before the murder in front of Evangeline. "Clyde Trosner."
"Oh, him? He wasn't a friend. Just some kid that looked interesting at the Club, but turned out to be a total dweeb." Evangeline sat back and pushed the picture back towards the detectives.
"Really? Well, the superintendent of Clyde's apartment building said he saw you two 'having fun' in the hallway a few days ago." Goren leaned forward and put his hand underneath his chin when his partner said this.
"So? You're a woman. Haven't you ever wanted to just grab the guy closest to you and have a little fun with him?" Evangeline looked at Eames and smiled. Eames' stone cold expression didn't falter. "Come on, Detective Eames, not even once?"
"Not when the 'fun' ends in murder." Eames placed the morgue photo of the victim in front of Evangeline. The girl picked up the picture and studied it for several long seconds.
Evangeline put the picture down and crossed her arms over herself.
"Since you were the last person anyone saw with Mr. Trosner, we need to know what happened." Goren looked down at his open portfolio, his pen poised above a black piece of notepaper.
