Stripped by Morgan Black Read Free Book Online

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    I felt the cold metal table against my forehead. “Do we have to go over this again?” I covered my eyes with my arm. I was whining, I knew it. But I didn’t care. Not anymore. I was so exhausted nothing really mattered. If they were charging me, they might as well do it.
    “Yes. Now sit up.”
    “I can't. I'm tired. I'm still a little drunk.” I decided that once you entered an interrogation room that honesty was actually the best policy. Except about the fact that I may or may not have been an escort. The Boston Buyer’s Club was kind of like the fight club, number one rule, there was no Boston Buyer’s Club. And I could tell what this detective was trying to get at. He only asked me a few questions about the judge, but he asked me about my activities that evening at least three times. I was tired of going over the story again and again. It hadn't changed. I met the judge at a local bar during cocktail hour, he invited me to his room. I planned on meeting him at the hotel but when I arrived he wasn’t there yet. I was let into the room where he had champagne set up, I drink a little too much and then the detective showed up. I honestly had nothing to with his murder. I didn't know how many more times I could say it.
    “I don't know anything.” I mumbled.
    “If I need to bring the captain in to continue to question you, I will. And he's not as nice as I am.”
    My head shot up, “Is that right? I will have you know I have every intention of becoming a lawyer and I know you cannot threaten me. Also when the hell can I get my phone call?”
    I had no idea who I was going to call, but it didn't matter. I was supposed to get one, and I was sticking to my guns. My two options were Alexis, who would completely lose it when she found out I was in jail. Or Monique, who I was going be a problem for before even before I finished my first job.
    Suddenly the door opened and instead of me seeing an older burly looking man, their captain, I saw a beautiful confident woman.
    “I see that you have one of my girls in your custody. I can’t imagine that she's done anything wrong detective. This all seems like harassment to me.” Monique wore a business suit and it seemed like all the air was sucked out of the room. I didn't even think I could talk.
    “Looks like you don't even need that phone call.” He spat out at me. “Monique.” He nodded towards her.
    “Stephen, I should've known it was you.”
    I looked at her, “How did you even know I was here?”
    She smiled at me sweetly, “Oh honey the judge’s murder is all over the news. Though I can't imagine why you're here actually,” she looked pointedly at the detective. “Because you have had hardly any interaction with the judge tonight. And there's one more thing that really eludes me about this conversation. Motive.”
    The detective stood up and folded his arms, “And you know someone who has more motive than her?”
    Monique set her purse down on the table, it looked more like a briefcase. Made me wonder if she had some sort of law experience and that's why she was here. Or if she was here because she was in charge of me and I was her problem to solve.
    “Oh you mean like his wife?”
    “His wife?” I choked out. “I didn't know he had a wife!” I put my head in my hands again.
    Perfect now there was someone else who was going to try to jump up and down on me. Someone besides both Monique and the detective. My first night was shaping up to be probably the worst I would ever have. At least I was going to get it over with now.
    “And what would his wife want him dead for?”
    Monique pointed her nose up in the air, “Oh I don't know… a three million dollar payout? I mean that is an awfully high life insurance policy. Especially since it was only taken out three months ago. And we all know that the judge had more than one side girl.”
    The detective pointed at her, “Ha! You admit that she's a call girl.”
    Monique shook her head, her long hair