Sunshine

37- Voicemail

Devin's POV

2 months.

2 fucking months and the man can't pick up my calls or answer any of my text, and I'm fighting the urge to fly to Spain and kick his ass.

Especially since I'm up here saving his ass right now. He's lucky I'm not a snitch.

Two man with badges sits in the steel chairs in front of me, on the other side of the table, "Ms. Anderson, I'm detective Baylor and this is my partner Mr. Thomas.

"Do you know this man?" The detective slides a picture of Marco in front of me.

I examine the picture, "He looks familiar. What's his name?" I ask.

I'm not going to lie to the cops, but I will manipulate the truth. They just need to ask the right questions for the right answers. If they ask a vague question, they'll get a vague answer.

"Marco Diaz." The detectives partners Mr. Thomas ask.

I purse my lips shaking my head, "Sorry. I don't know a Marco Diaz." I slide the picture back to them.

Detective Baylor clicks his tongue shaking his head in disappointment, "Really?" He saids before sliding another picture towards me, "Isn't this you and Mr. Diaz in the car 2 months ago at 1:46 pm?"

I look at the picture and it is indeed me and Marco in the car when he was taking me to my first day of college.

"That's what it looks like." I state.

This is really good photo of me.

"Can I keep this?" I ask holding up the photo.

They furrow their eyebrows before Baylor takes the picture out of my hands, "No. We need to know why you were with Mr. Diaz."

I shrug, "He said he was my Uber driver."

"You do understand how serious this case is? He killed, burned a man to death, and that was after he brutally tortured him."

"Allegedly." I input, "He allegedly killed a man, meaning there is no proof."

Detective Thomas sighs running a hand over his face, "Just tell us, what is your relationship with Mr. Diaz?"

I lean forward on the cool silver, steel table, "Simple. I don't have one." Anymore.

He nods his head putting papers back into the manila folder, "Alright." He concludes with a sigh, "Thanks for your cooperation Ms. Anderson. You may leave, but don't-"

"Don't leave town. Yea I got it." I get up from my chair about to leave the room, "Are sure I can't keep the picture?" I ask one more time.

"We're sure." Detective Baylor answers.

I sigh in disappointment leaving the room, then walking out of the police station until I reach my car.

I unlock my car getting into the driver seat before fishing my phone out of my purse, and going to my call log.

I click the number hoping he'll answer this one time, but to my disappointment he didn't; so I text him.

Me- Can you call me back? It's important.

After pressing the send button I waited, and waited, and waited. I had a small flicker of hope when I saw the three dots at the bottom corner, but they went away with my hope when a small four letter word appeared under my text.

Read.

He read. He just didn't care. I don't know why it took me 2 months figure it out, but better late then never.