Chapter 6

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Jim Brass pulled some strings and it was arranged that David NOT be arrested on suspicion of the murder of Annabelle "Starla" Rogers. (aka Jessie Phillips) Brass knew that David was not the type to kill anyone. Jim knew David far too long to think that he'd kill anyone.

David Phillips got wind of who's prints it was and blasted into Jim's office.

"YOU KILLER!" he yelled.

"David calm down. I did not do anything!" Hodges said exasperated.

"Your prints were found on her, in her blood!"

"I was trying to revive her. I saw her struggling with her attacker and I tried to save her! I knew that she was dead when I left the scene." He said.

The phone rang again. "Brass'

"We found evidence that David Hodges did in fact try CPR on her. " said a new voice.

"Who is this? Please identify yourself."

"Caroline at the LAPD lab."

"So we can exonerate David Hodges?"

"It looks like it for now – he tried to save her." Caroline said.

"Thank you."

"Ok so you heard my end of the conversation – Hodges don't leave town." Brass said.

"Watch your step." Snarled David Phillips.

Brass rolled his eyes.

Sadly Hodges went back to his lab where he couldn't make eye contact with Wendy. He didn't know how to face her after what was just revealed. Hodges knew that Phillips would go and rat to the other lab techs about the new evidence and of course Phillips would make it seem like Hodges DID kill her.

Wendy walked over to him. "David?"

"Can't talk Wendy, busy busy." he said.

"I have to tell you something." She said.

He looked up. "What? Are you dumping me because of the evidence?"

"No it is about the Naughty Kittie." She said.

David blushed. "Yeah I – um sorry 'bout that." He trampled over his words.

"It's ok. I uh have a confession to make."

"What? He said looking up."

She handed him a picture from that night. "Look closely the third woman from the left"

"YOU? Since when do you need to work the Naughty Kittie?"

"It was my night off and I wanted the extra money. It pays extremely well." She said.

"You didn't engage…" he said.

"No I didn't the person who I wanted to engage with left after an hour!" she said.

"The one time I should have stayed and enjoyed myself in the ultimate fantasy." He said.

Wendy smiled and tucked the picture away. "I'm not going back there again. It is mostly full of hormonal old men who like to touch even with the no touch rule – unless in a room."

Hodges smiled. "I'm glad to hear that." He told her.