Chapter 9

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* Alana's POV *

I walked back into the station sitting in a room with a detective.

Detective: Hello Miss Alana?

Alana: Hey.

Detective: Do you know why you're here?

Alana: Not exactly.

I was a little shaken, had they found evidence that it was me who shot them all dead? He rubbed his face & looking back at me.

Detective: Do you know Quan Peterson?

Alana: Not really.

Detective: What do you mean not really? You seen him around or something?

Alana: Never heard of him.

Detective: Do you know where August Alsina was last night? Hm between 11:30 & 12:00?

Alana: With me.

I took a guess for it, hoping that August had a matching story.

Detective: Okay. Alana, what's you're connection to August? He's you're boyfriend?

He stood walking towards me, standing over me.

Alana: No.

Detective: Client?

Alana: What?

Detective: Well, I hear you're a slut working at Magic City.

Alana: Hell no! He's my friend. I just work there for my money, I don't sleep around.

He came close to my ear.

Detective: Well, I could help you for a couple hundreds.

He kissed my neck.

Alana: What are you talking about? What are you even doing?

Detective: Helping you out & you help me out.

He placed some money in my shirt & turned my chair around facing him. He started smiling & I jumped up out my chair walking out of the room.

* August's POV *

Leaving out of the police station, Alana was standing outside facing towards the road. I walked up from behind grabbing her waist & she jumped.

August: I scared you?

Alana: Yeah.

August: That's for helping out.

Alana: You're welcome.

She started walking towards the car. She seemed upset. We got inside & she looked out the window from the time we got in the car with her arms crossed.

August: What's wrong?

Alana: Nothing.

August: You ain't telling me some.

Alana: Nothing.

August: I'm not buying that "nothing" shit. What's wrong?

I stopped the car pulling over to a vacant parking lot. Alana stepped out slamming the door walking to the middle of the parking lot. I followed behind her.

August: What the fuck going on?

Alana: The detective sexually harassed me!

August: What?

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