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“Alright, kid. You understand your rights?” I made my way into the radio station to catch the end of the uniformed officer’s spiel. She held a shiny set of handcuffs in her left hand. “You can make life a whole lot easier by telling me now. You two got into a fight? A lovers’ quarrel?”
“No. God, no. That’s not what happened.” He buried his head against his knees. “Please, stop.”
That voice.
“What did happen, then?” I crouched down, carefully touching the arm covering his head.
“I saw it.” He peeked up at me, tear-swollen eyes staring into my soul. “But I didn’t do it. I only tried to help.”
“No one else is here, kid,” the uni said with a sigh.
“Please believe me.”
If innocence could be judged from an expression—well, there would be a lot less strain on local jurisprudence. But this man had a pretty rock solid alibi from my POV. I glanced over my shoulder at the uni ready to slap cuffs on the kid.
“I guess you’re not much of a radio person, Officer Lee?”
Lee blinked at me.
“What’s that mean?”
“Your body’s in the hallway. With no signs of being dragged here from there.” I pointed to the sound booth twenty feet down the hall, where the ON AIR sign continued to broadcast silence, because, “He’s the DJ.”
“Okay, and?”
Jeez, where did the locals recruit these days?
“And he was live on the air when your murder was going down.”
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