part 21...
"Miss Washington, we need to speak with you please?" Stella said, calmly. Stella and Elizabeth walked over to an oak bench in the lobby, with Mac trailing behind them. "Have a seat please, Miss Washington," Stella said, grimly, "How do you know Anthony Garrett?"
Elizabeth started to clench and unclench her hands and started to squirm on the bench. "I, uh, don't know him."
"Now you know that's not true, Miss Washington, " Mac said sternly, "We have a written confession from Anthony Garrett that you set him up with Miss Monroe."
"Okay, Okay, it's true!" Elizabeth said crying, " I did set her up with him, I had to!"
"Did you know that he had a criminal record?" Stella said, stepping in.
"Yes, I did! I needed the money!"
"Miss Washington, I want to know how money you were paid?" Mac said, crossing him arms and rocking on the heels of his feet.
"Five thousand dollars."
"I need for you to tell me gave you the money." Stella said.
"I can't tell you. I was told that if I told anybody I would be killed, I don't want to be killed!"
"Miss Washington, you're not going to be killed. We'll help you; we just need to know who set this whole thing up."
"Okay the person's name is..."
The next morning Lindsay woke up alone. The apartment was deathly quiet, not even the reminder that Danny was there the night before. She gathered her blanket and wrapped it up around her, trying to maintain warmth. What she needed was Danny to give her warmth.
Did he leave? Lindsay thought as she headed down the hallway. A sudden clanging sound interrupted her thoughts . She grabbed her gun that was on the table and proceeded to head towards the kitchen. She opened the door slightly and pointed the gun inside.
She still didn't see anybody, and she headed towards the kitchen panty.
"Put your hands up now!"
"Damn!" the voice screamed out as an array of pancake mix, and other breakfast items came tumbling out of the closet."
It was Danny; the warmth was still there.
to be continued...