Tuesday
Bo
“I don’t get why I’m back in here? Why can’t I go home?” My lawyers sit in front of me, concerned looks on their faces. Meanwhile, my hands are cuffed to a steel table.
“Your apartment is a crime scene Gianna," I furrow my eyebrows at Sandra’s comment. I open my mouth to say something but Sandra cuts me off, “Someone killed your in-home officer while you were away. Looks like it’s the same M.O. as all the other killings. One shot in the head and stuffing the bullet casing into her throat.”
“So, does that prove that I’m not the killer? I was away, why am I in here?”
“We know you’re not a killer but while your house is a crime scene you can’t stay there. So, you’re going to have to stay here.”
“Can I at least make a phone call?”
“Yes, you can use mine,” Sandra slides her ph
