It was the same questions like ‘where were you’ and ‘what time’. His answer to all of them was he’d been screwing his brains out… it couldn’t get much simpler than that. What really got him is when they asked for the name of the girl he’d been with.
For a moment, he toyed with the idea of telling them it was his mate but he didn’t want Envy dragged into this. Also, the fact that she had no idea she was even his mate kept him from saying anything. Besides… if they needed proof, the club security cameras would be enough.
The door opened again and the interrogator stepped in with a thick folder in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He placed the folder on the desk and sat down, crossing his arms on the surface and leaning toward him.
“How about we start from the top?” the officer a
