The App

Chapter 7

"How were you able to get in touch with Justin's boss?" The officer asked.

I tilted my head slightly. "What do you mean?"

He sighs, rolling his eyes. "In your story, you said that Justin's boss said Justin hadn't shown up to work. How did you get in touch with his boss in the first place?"

Shit!, I thought to myself, I didn't think this through!!

"I know his boss personally," I said with a weak smile, "I go to the store a lot and his boss and I have gotten close from a number of encounters in and out of the store. So when I had asked about him when I went down to the store, cause I liked Justin's service and knew they would allow him to help if I asked. That's when his boss told me he hadn't been there."

The officer raised a brow. "Your nose is twitching," he said.

I placed my hand over my nose. I could feel it moving slightly underneath my fingertips. "That's just a small quirk I have," I said removing my hand and forcing a smile.

The officer sighed and looked me in the eye. "Just a small quirk?"

I gulped. "Yes sir," I replied, my breath getting heavy.

He eyed me before writing something down on a piece of paper.  My heart was racing. My thoughts spiraled around in my mind. What is he writing down? Is it obvious that I'm lying?

I bit my lip as he looked back up at me. "Was the incident at the mall the last time you remember seeing Justin and Reagan?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Can you please write down your phone number and address for us so we may be able to contact you if needed?" he asked, sliding over the slip of paper and a pen.

I nodded and quickly wrote both things down. He had me answer a few more questions before letting me go. As I left the room, I noticed the woman from before was also leaving though I could see a little more of her now. As I got a little closer I began to recognize her. The she-demon I just spent the last hour and a half framing for murder. 

Reagan Murphy. 

Credit to -ANATIDAEPHOBIA- for the drawing of Reagon