CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Detective Vega walked into the room and threw a folder on the table. He muted the television and pulled out a folding chair. “Nancy? I’m Joe Vega.”
Linda nodded at the slick looking detective who wore a violet shirt under a tan suit. The top buttons to his shirt were open, displaying a gold medallion.
“Do you know you’re being charged with a very serious crime?”
She shook her head. “Beats me--I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He pursed his lips and paused, as if thinking of some sort of strategic way to pose a question. “Then, why don’t you explain to me what happened?”
“I did. I told them everything. Don’t you have it in that report?” She pointed to the manila folder on the table.
“Sorry, but I have to hear the whole story again.”
Linda sighed. “Whatever, not much to
