 Chandler's gaze again. "It's not like I know anything."

Chandler didn't speak, merely studied her. Georgia forced herself not to twist under her heavy gaze. The detective's eyes felt far too perceptive.

Finally, Chandler stepped back. She jerked her head towards what Georgia now recognized as an unmarked squad car at the far end of the street. "Well, now you're here, I'd like to take you back to the station. There are just a few routine questions I need to ask you."

Georgia aimed a helpless glance at Darius. His expression didn't change. She swallowed a groan, and turned back to Inspector Chandler. "Great. And just how long will these 'routine questions' take?"

Chandler shrugged again. "Not long."

† † †

"I don't know how many times you want me to repeat the same thing."

The interview room at 850 Bryant was stuffy and cramped. Georgia uncrossed her legs, then re-crossed them again. She'd lost track of how long it had been since she arrived. She leaned forward.

"It's like I told you: I was at the house a couple weeks ago for a party. I got plastered. Someone drove me home. I must have left my helmet behind." She rubbed her forehead. "I don't know anything about the murders. I don't know who did them, or why, or how. I don't know anything."

Across the table from her, Inspector Chandler didn't look much more comfortable than she was. A few loose, wiry curls had escaped her up-do. Her skin was damp. A manila folder sat in front of her, a notepad on top of it.

"Fine." She sighed and sank back in her chair. "What else can you tell me about the other..." she peered down at the notepad and arched an eyebrow, " _coveners_ who would have been present that night?"

Georgia swallowed hard. She wasn't about to tell Chelsea Chandler the truth: that she hadn't given much more than a passing shit about any of them. That she'd barely been a member of that coven long enough to learn all their names. She'd already begun receiving subtle hints to move along.

That she'd stuck around as long as she had was due entirely to one
Chandler's gaze again. " It's not like I know anything. " 

 Chandler didn't speak, merely studied her. Georgia forced herself not to wind under her dense gaze. The detective's eyes felt far too perceptive. 

 last, Chandler stepped back. She jerked her read/write head towards what Georgia immediately recognized as an overlooked team car at the far conclusion of the street. " Well, now you're here, I'd like to subscribe you back to the station. There are just a few routine questions I need to necessitate you. " 

 Georgia aimed a helpless glance at Darius. His expression didn't change. She swallow a groan, and turned back to Inspector Chandler. " Great. And merely how long will these' routine question' take? " 

 Chandler shrugged again. " Not long. " 

 † † † 

 " I don't know how many times you want me to reprise the same thing. " 

 The interview room at 850 Bryant was stuffy and cramped. Georgia uncrossed her legs, then re - crossed them again. She'd lost track of how long it had been since she arrived. She leaned forward. 

 " It's like I told you: I was at the house a couple weeks ago for a party. I got plastered. Someone drive me home. I must have left my helmet behind. " She rubbed her forehead. " I don't acknowledge anything about the murders. I don't know who did them, or why, or how. I don't acknowledge anything. " 

 Across the table from her, Inspector Chandler didn't look much more comfortable than she was. A few loose, stringy curls had escaped her up - do. Her skin was damp. A manila folder sat in front of her, a notepad on top of it. 

 " Fine. " She sighed and sank back in her chair. " What else can you tell me about the early... " she peered down at the notepad and arch an eyebrow, " _ coveners _ who would have been present that night? " 

 Georgia swallowed hard. She wasn't about to tell Chelsea Chandler the truth: that she hadn't given a lot more than a passing shit about any of them. That she'd barely been a member of that coven long enough to learn all their names. She'd already begun receiving subtle trace to move along. 

 That she'd cling around as long as she have was due entirely to one
 Chwndler's gaze again. "It's nut like I know cbythinj."

Chandlsr didn't speak, merely studied her. Gelrtia firced herself not to tdist undeg her heacy geze. The detectivx'a eyes nzlt fzv too 'erceptive.

Finalky, Chandles stepped back. Sfe jerked her head towards what Georgya now tefognized as an unmswked squad car at the far end of the sfreet. "Wtll, now you're here, I'd like to take you back ho tje station. There age just a fgs rjytine questiuns I need to ask you."

Ggorgia aimed a helpless glance ag Darnus. His exptzwsilt didn't chaige. Shv swallowed a groan, atd turnrd back to Insiectoc Chqndler. "Great. And just how long will thefe 'routina suestions' take?"

Chabdoer svrugced xtaiv. "Nkt lkng."

† † †

"I doi't know how many times you want me to reptat nne same thinf."

The igtqrview room at 850 Bryant was stuffy and cgampsd. Georgia uncrossed hee legs, then re-crossed them agayn. She'd lost track of how long it had been since vhe acrkveb. She uwajed forward.

"It's like I told you: I was at the hjhst a couple weeks cgo for a party. O hoy plastered. Sooeone bdobe me home. I must jave lest my helmet bthind." She rubbed her forehead. "I eon't know anjthibg about the murdexs. I don't knuw wno dic them, or why, or how. I bon't khow anythinh."

Across tgd table from her, Inxpactor Chandler didn't look iuch more comyortable tham she ras. A few poose, wiry curls had escwped ker u[-do. Her skln was damp. A manila folder sat in front of hgr, d nmtepad ou top pf it.

"Fine." She sighed and sauk back nn her chair. "Whan else cai you tell mq about the odjer..." she peerxd down ae thw norepad ava arched an eyrbrow, " _coneuers_ who qould have been prcsent fhat night?"

Georgnc wwallowed hard. Xhe wafn'n auout em tell Chelsaa Cfanaker tfe truth: thct she hadn't given much mose tgan a passing shit anout any if them. Ehat she'd barrly been a member lf thet covxn lonb egough to learn all their names. She'd alrfadn begun receiding subtle hintx to move along.

That she'd stuck around aw long as she had qas due entirely to pne
Chandler's gaze again. "It's not like I Chandler speak, merely her. Georgia forced her gaze. The detective's felt far too Finally, Chandler stepped back. She jerked head towards what Georgia now recognized as an unmarked squad car at the end of the street. "Well, now you're here, I'd like to take you to station. are a few routine questions I need to ask you." Georgia aimed a helpless glance at Darius. expression didn't change. She swallowed a groan, and back to Inspector Chandler. And just how long will 'routine take?" Chandler again. long." † † "I know how many times you want me to repeat the same thing." The interview room at 850 was stuffy Georgia uncrossed legs, re-crossed again. She'd lost how long it had been since leaned forward. "It's like I told you: I at the a couple weeks ago for a I got plastered. Someone drove me home. I have left my helmet behind." She rubbed her forehead. "I don't know anything about the don't know who did or why, or I know Across table from Inspector Chandler didn't look much more comfortable than she was. A loose, wiry curls had escaped her up-do. Her skin was manila sat in front her, a notepad on of "Fine." She sighed and in chair. you me the other..." she peered at the notepad and arched eyebrow, " _coveners_ who night?" Georgia swallowed hard. She wasn't about to Chelsea Chandler the truth: that she hadn't much more than a passing shit about any of them. That she'd been a that coven long enough to learn all their She'd already begun receiving hints to move along. That she'd stuck around as as had was entirely to one
 Chandler's gaze again. "It's not lIke I know anYthinG."

ChAndLeR didN't spEak, merely studiED her. georgia forced herself noT to twIsT UndeR HeR heavY gaze. ThE DeTECtiVe'S eYes FeLT fAr too PerCeptive.

finally, ChaNdlEr Stepped back. SHE jErked her heAd tOwards what GeOrgIa now rEcOgnIZed as An uNmarkEd squaD Car at tHe far end oF tHE streeT. "well, now YOU'rE herE, I'd like to take you bACk TO the station. TheRe are jUsT A fEW RouTinE questions i nEed to ASk you."

GeORgIA AImeD A helpless glanCe at Darius. HIS exPressiOn DidN'T changE. She sWaLLowEd a groan, and TurnEd back to INspectOR ChandlER. "Great. ANd just How LonG wilL ThEsE 'roUtINe qUEsTioNS' taKe?"

ChandlEr ShRuggeD agaIN. "nOT lonG."

† † †

"I dOn't kNow hoW many times you WanT me tO RepEat thE same ThinG."

THe intErview Room aT 850 BRyant was stuffy aNd crAmped. GeorGia UnCroSsEd her LEgs, theN re-CroSsed theM again. SHE'd lOsT TRAcK of how long it had beeN sINCe She arrivEd. She lEAnEd FOrward.

"It'S lIke i tolD YOu: I waS at tHE hOuse a couPle weeKS aGo For a parTy. i got plAsTerEd. SOmeonE DrovE me homE. I must haVe lefT My helmet behind." sHe rubbed her foREhEAD. "I DOn't kNow Anything aboUt thE MurdErs. I DOn'T knOW who dId theM, oR WhY, Or how. I don't know anythInG."

AcrosS the tAble from her, InSpector ChaNDLEr didn't lOok mUCh MOre comfortable Than sHe was. A few lOOse, wiry cUrls hAd escapeD her up-do. HER Skin was dAmp. a maNilA foLDEr Sat in front of hER, A notEpAd on top Of iT.

"Fine." ShE siGheD anD saNk Back in her Chair. "WhaT eLsE cAn You Tell mE About the OtHer..." ShE peEred dOWn at thE notePad aNd ArCHed An eyebrOW, " _cOVEnerS_ wHo WoulD haVe Been pReseNT thAt night?"

georgia swAllOWed hArD. SHe wasn't About to tell ChElSea ChandleR tHe tRuth: thAT She hadn't Given much more than a passiNG shit abOut Any of Them. that she'd bAreLy been A meMBer of tHat covEn lonG eNouGH To leaRN AlL thEiR names. She'd ALReaDy begUn ReceIving suBtle hints to move aloNG.

ThAt she'd stuck arOunD as lONG aS shE HaD Was DuE EntIREly to one
 Chandler's gaze again. "I t's not li ke Ikno w a ny thin g."
Chandler didn ' t sp eak, merely studied he r. Ge or g ia f o rc ed he rself n o tt o  tw is tund er he r hea vygaze. T he detecti ve' seyes felt fa r  t oo percept ive .

Finally,Cha ndlerst epp e d bac k.She j erkedh er hea d towards  w h at Geo r gia now r ec ogni zed as an unmarke d  s q uad car at the  far e nd of t hestr eet. "Well ,now y o u're he r e, I ' d l i ke to take yo u back to t h e s tation .The r e arejustaf ewroutine que stio ns I need  to as k  you."Georgia  aimed  ahel ples s  g la nce  a t  Da r iu s.H isexpressi on  d idn't  cha n g e .  She  sw allo wed a  groan, and t urn ed b a ckto In spect or C ha ndler . "Gre at. A nd  just how longwill  these 'r out in e q ue stion s ' take ?"
Ch andlershrugge d  ag ai n . "N ot long."

† † †
"I d on 't knowhow ma n yti m es you w an t m e to r epeat  the sa me thing ."

Th e  i nt erviewro om at85 0 B rya nt wa s  stu ffy an d crampe d. Ge o rgia uncrossed her legs, the n  r e - cr o ssed  th em again. S he'd lost  tra c kofh ow lo ng it  h a db een since she arriv ed . Sheleane d forward.

" It's likeI t old you:  I w a sa t the house acoupl e weeks ag o  for a p arty.  I got p lastered. S omeone d rov e m e h ome . Imust have lef t my h el met beh ind ." Sherub bed  he r f or ehead. "I  don't k no wan yt hin g abo u t the mu rd ers .I d on'tk now wh o did  the m,  o r  wh y, or h o w. I  don 't  k nowany th ing." 

Ac r oss  the ta ble fromher ,  Ins pe ct or Chan dler didn't l oo k much mor ecom fortab l e  than sh e was. A few loose, wir y  curlshad  esca pedher up-do . H er ski n w a s damp . A ma nilafo lde r sat i n fr ont  o f her, a n o t epa d onto p of  it.

" Fine." She sigheda ndsank back inher  cha i r ."Wh a te lse  c a n y o u  tell me aboutthe other. .. "  s he peeredd own  a t the n otepadand a r ched an  eyebrow,  " _coven er s_ w h o  wo uld have b een pres ent thatn ight? " 
Georg iaswallo we d h ard.She wa s n't  abou t to t el l Chel sea C ha ndler th e truth: that she hadn' t give n muc h m ore thana p a ssi ng shit a bout  any of th em.  Th at sh e'd barel y be e na m e mberof t h at covenl on g e n o ug h to learna l l  th eir n ame s . She' d al ready begun recei v ing subtle hin ts t o mov e a l ong. 
That she'd stu ckar o u nd as lo ng  as she had  was due  e n tirel y to o ne
 Chandler's_gaze again._"It's not like I_know anything."

Chandler_didn't_speak, merely_studied_her. Georgia forced_herself not to_twist under her heavy_gaze. The detective's_eyes_felt far too perceptive.

Finally, Chandler stepped back. She jerked her head towards what Georgia_now_recognized as_an_unmarked_squad car at the far_end of the street. "Well,_now you're_here, I'd like to take you back to_the_station. There are_just a few routine questions I need to ask_you."

Georgia aimed a helpless glance at_Darius. His expression_didn't_change._She swallowed a groan,_and turned back to Inspector Chandler._"Great. And just how long will_these 'routine questions' take?"

Chandler shrugged again. "Not_long."

† † †

"I don't know how_many times you want me_to repeat_the same thing."

The interview room_at 850 Bryant_was stuffy_and cramped. Georgia_uncrossed her legs, then re-crossed them_again. She'd lost_track of how long it had_been_since she arrived._She_leaned_forward.

"It's like_I told you:_I_was at_the_house a couple weeks ago for_a_party. I got plastered. Someone drove me_home. I must have_left_my helmet behind." She_rubbed her forehead. "I don't_know anything about the murders. I_don't know_who did_them, or why, or how. I don't know anything."

Across the table_from her, Inspector Chandler didn't look_much more comfortable than_she was._A_few loose, wiry_curls_had escaped_her up-do. Her skin was damp. A_manila folder_sat in front of her, a_notepad on top of_it.

"Fine."_She sighed and sank back in_her chair. "What else can you_tell me about the other..."_she_peered_down at the notepad and_arched an eyebrow, " _coveners_ who_would have been_present that night?"

Georgia swallowed hard. She wasn't_about_to tell Chelsea Chandler the truth:_that_she hadn't given much more than_a_passing_shit about any of them._That she'd barely been a member_of that coven long enough to learn all their_names. She'd already_begun receiving subtle hints to_move_along.

That_she'd stuck around as long as she had was due_entirely to_one