Little Detective

Chapter 21: The Fake Named Tammy

Jones and I returned to the office to interview the woman's husband. Jones was silent throughout the drive, until we parked. It was then that he turned to me giving me the most serious look I've seen from him.

"Listen, Kid. You need to be honest with me," Jones said. "What is going on between you and NJ?"

"Well as of two nights ago, he's my boyfriend," I said, nervously. "He's not going to hurt me."

Jones sighed and looked at me. "Kid, you can't be serious. NJ is a mafia boss. He can be dangerous. More dangerous than any of the men we put away. He could ruin your life and the life of your family if you do one thing he doesn't like. I hope you know I'm only looking out for you."

"I understand that, Jones. But there's another side to him, a sweet side," I said. "That's the side he shows me when we're alone together. I know what kind of man he is, but I can't help but look past that and see what kind of man he really is."

"I can't help but wonder what he wants from you," Jones said. "When it comes to NJ, he never does anything if he doesn't get anything in return."

"Is it so wrong that he might want love from me?" I asked. "What else could he possibly want from me?"

"I'm not sure, but whatever it is, he's going to hurt you in the end," Jones said.

"The only thing he is capable of hurting, is my heart," I said.

"When he finally tells you what he wants from you, I'll be here to tell you, I don't you so," Jones said. "Now let's go interview the husband."

Jones exited the car and I followed behind him into the station.

"Wait Jones," I called out before we got inside. He stopped and turned to face me. "Can we not mention NJ being my boyfriend around the station? I don't want the others thinking too much about me dating a mafia boss."

"I can do that," Jones said. "Wouldn't want the others thinking your dangerous because of who you're dating. All five foot four inches, blonde hair, blue eyed you."

"Thanks, Jones," I said.

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Jones and I walked to our desks where a man sat with a woman next to him. The man was obviously the husband of the dead woman as he wrung his hands, nervously. But I'm not sure who the woman was.

"Are you Floyd Harret?" Jones and as we reached them.

"Yes, sir," he said, standing up. There were tears in his eyes and he had tear stained cheeks. His eyes were completely red all around. "Have you found out who killed Opal?"

"Not yet," I said. "Is it alright if we ask you some questions?"

"Of course, whatever you need to know," Floyd said.

I looked at the woman next to him. She was extremely, beautifully fake. She had long, wavy auburn hair extensions, shining blue eyes surrounded by dark eye makeup, freckled cheeks that were obviously tattooed on, and glossy red lips filled with Botox. She didn't look like a lawyer, if anything she looked like a sugar baby.

"Would you like to do this in private?" I asked and looked away from the woman back to Floyd.

"I don't mind," the woman said in a high-pitched, bubbly voice. "I won't tell anyone."

"That's not what I'm worried about," I said. "But thank you."

"Tammy can stay," Floyd said. "She keeps me grounded."

"Who the hell is she?" Jones asked not being discreet. I thanked him with my eyes before I looked back at the two. They smiled at each other before I turned back to Jones.