"Please believe me when I say he is never like this." said Pete.
"Would you be mad if I said I didn't believe you?" I responded.
"He sort of grew up with Vanilli back in the day. They also worked together in the past. He was like an uncle that was his same age to him." he laughed.
"So when he found out about his death he took it kind of personal."
"So I see." I responded.
"So when was the last time you've seen Mill?" Pete asked.
"It was yesterday at work."
"So was Mill your boss?"
"No...Well yes, he was more of a superintendent If that makes sense." I said uncomfortably.
"Um, No .. It doesn't make sense but carry on." Pete mumbled.
"He was in charge of reporting whether i got paid or not but he wasn't in charge of paying me." I explained.
"Aah I see."
"So yesterday around what time were you last with Mr.Vanilli?"
"Around 1:00 pm."
"Mhhmn." He said while writing in his notepad.
"And what were you seeing him for? Besides working reasons, I mean. Like was it personal?"
"I don't understand the question?" I responded.
"What do you mean you don't understand the question you knucklehead? WHY WERE YOU WITH MILL BEFORE HE DIED?" Officer Keith yelled from outside the door.
"Didn't I tell you to take a walk?" yelled Pete.
"I did." Kieth responded.
"You did what?" Pete yelled.
"I took a walk already!"
"Well take another one!" Pete yelled back.
Keith then stomped off down the hall and down the stairs through the front door of the apartment building.
"There ... now that we're actually alone... this should be less uncomfortable" Pete said with a smile on his face.
"About the question I asked earlier, I'm sorry I should have been more specific. Your last time spent with Mill.. was there a specific expanded time frame you were speaking?"
"You mean how long did we speak for?"
"Yes , exactly."
"Not long it was probably about no longer than 10 minutes if my memory is correct."
"If your memory is correct?" Pete repeated.
"So it could have been longer than 10 minutes?"
"Yes I suppose so?" I said in a confused way.
"And what in those 10 maybe more minutes did you talk about exactly? Pete asked.
"Well.."
before I finished I swallowed a big lump in my throat that caused me to gag. My stomach started flipping and turning out of nervousness. I hated the idea of going to jail, it was one of my absolute most horrifying fears and for some reason I never knew why.
"Are you alright?" Pete asked while grabbing a trash can from beside my couch.
"Yes I" *blaaaah*
"I'm so sorry" I cried while wiping the vomit from my mouth.
"It's alright" Pete said uncomfortably while handing me a napkin from his suit jacket pocket.
"I'm going to give you my card and whenever you feel better, we can continue our conversation about Mr.Vanilli."
"That sounds good." I said
Pete reached out to shake my hand but quickly pulled away to shake his own hand realizing that I had vomited all over mine.
"It's a lovely home you have here." He said as he smiled and walked out of the door and shutting it quietly.
"Ugh this is why men don't want to date me." I mumbled to myself.
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Lethal Elite
Romance"Listen to me very carefully," He said after putting me against the wall. "I cannot breathe without breathing in your air." "I cannot hear without listening to the sound of your voice." "I cannot live without feeling your heartbeat next to mine." "...
