Back at the police station, Henry goes through old files of Timothy's previous arrests and charges. He feels someone tapping on his shoulder, he looks up and it's Juliette. "What are you reading?" She asked. "Case files about our friend Timothy, he's got A LOT of dirt on him."

"What did you find?" Henry looks at the case files again, "He was charged with theft when he robbed a jewelry store. He was caught multiple times with meth, he was guilty of fleeing and resisting arrest, AND three years ago, he was charged with assault. This guy's been in and out of jail, talk about one hell of a criminal record." Henry looks back at Juliette. "We should call his correction center an-" Juliette takes the case files and leaves Henry at his desk. "I will call his correction center, I'll get back to you later." Wow, rude.

"Don't worry, she's like that with everyone." Henry turns to see another man. "I mean she's good at what she does, don't get me wrong. It's just that she could be a little nicer to people." Henry shrugs his shoulders, "Some people are just like that, Juliette's probably just not good with people." He said while staring at Juliette as she was talking on the phone. He turns back to the other detective. "Name's Nick by the way, and you are…Harold, right?"

"Henry, my name is Henry. I just transferred here from Madre Linda."

"Henry…sorry, I wasn't really paying attention to the people talking about you." How the hell did this guy become a detective? He thought. "What's she doing right now?"

"Oh we're looking for a guy with a criminal record, she's calling his correction center right now." The man nods his head. "Ain't that a pain in the ass." Henry sighs, "Yeah it is."

"Name's Nick, nice to meet you, Henry." Henry shakes Nick's hand. "Nice to meet you too, Nikolas." Nick chuckles a little. "It's just Nick."

"Sorry about that, Nick." Nick chuckles again, "It's fine." He turns around and walks away. "We should talk again." Henry goes on google and looks up Abigail Smith. There are a lot of Abigail Smiths. He clicks the first link; it takes him to twitter. The first post he sees is a picture of two women.

One of the women looks exactly like the victim of this case. The blond must be Abigail. Henry reads the caption. "Roxy wasn't perfect, but deep down she was a good person. I'm gonna miss you sis. R.I.P Roxy."

It seems like she really cares about her sister. Henry decides to learn more about her. I need to find her address. Henry spends a few hours looking at her posts finding out more about Abigail.

Abigail Rose Smith, fifty-two years old, graduated from the University of Dallas and decided to open up her own flower shop, Abigail Roses. It turned out to be pretty successful and according to her posts it isn't far from her house. A lot of her posts are either with her sister or her boyfriend. The most important part is that she lives on Two Rockstar Avenue; I gotta let Juliette know. Henry writes down the most important parts in his notepad. Juliette taps his shoulder. "I got Conory's address, let's head out." About ten minutes go by and they finally arrive at Conoroy's house, when they knock on the door and a man answers. "Are you Timothy Conoroy?"

The man nodded his head. "Am I under arrest?" Henry spoke up, "No, we just want to ask a couple of questions. May we come in?"

"Yeah sure, come on in." Timothy said. The two detectives sit down at Timothy's kitchen table. "Mr. Conoroy, do you know why we're here?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "You know Roxanne Smith, right?" Timothy nodded his head again. "Yeah, we dated for a few months, but I haven't seen her in a few years; what about her?"

Juliette was the first to speak, "Last night, Roxanne was murdered in her own home." Timothy's eyes widened, "Roxy she…she's dead?"

"Yes, and we interviewed Laila Davis, Roxanne's neighbor. She told us that you two broke up three years ago, and that it wasn't on good terms. Care to explain what happened?" Juliette asked.

Henry pitched in, "We'll give you some time to gather your thoughts but try to be honest with us."

Timothy took a deep breath. "Alright, three years ago we lived together; we were dating for probably…five months, I think. I came home one night from the bar, I went into the bedroom, and I saw her in bed with another guy, and I recognized the dude, he was a coworker of hers from Colombia. I packed my stuff and went over to my buddy's place. He was nice enough to let me stay with him until I got my own apartment. I blocked her on everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! I wanted NOTHING to do with her, sure as hell didn't kill her. Hell, I had no clue she even died to begin with."

"You have quite the criminal record. Assault, theft, as well as possession of meth. Is there something you're hiding?" Juliette asked.

"Alright, ten years I was a meth head. I had a dealer; his drugs were expensive as hell. I had to do all sorts of illegal shit to pay him back. I didn't have enough money, so with his help I robbed a bunch of stores and paid him back. But then he got arrested and he hung himself in prison. Shortly after he killed himself, I got arrested too. After I served my time, I went to rehab. It took me…years to get my life together, get a stable job. As for the assault charge, it's not what it looks like. Roxy…she…" Tim suddenly stopped talking.

"She what? Mr. Conory, what did Roxanne do?" Juliette asked. "She told the guy from Colombia that I raped her even though I didn't. The guy tracked me down and he tried to punch me, I knocked his ass out. Roxy was right there when it happened, she called the cops and told them that I punched him after I tried to get her back, and they believed her, the judge believed her, hell…even the jury believed her, and I lost my damn job. Served my time, and I got released. Then the dude called me, she cheated on him and then accused HIM of rape."

"So, this woman got you into prison, and got you fired simply because you got mad at her for cheating? Sounds like a pretty good motive for murder." Juliette spoke. "Wait! What? No! I didn't kill her I swear! I had no idea she even died!" Conoroy yelled. Henry asked again, "Where were you at 9:15 pm last night?"

"I was with my roommate Kevin at the bar, the one right next to Sweet Treats."

"Where is Kevin right now?"

"He's at Sweet Treats right now, he uh…works there." Henry and Juliette looked at each other, then back at Timothy. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Conoroy. We'll confirm your alibi with Kevin." The two detectives leave and head to Sweet Treats.

To be continued…