Free Darkened by S. L. Gavyn Page B

said with small grin.
    “I notice you didn’t answer the question.”
    “No, Avery. I am not romantically attracted to men. I knew Stephen was interested, but he knew I was not.”
    I nodded and looked at my notes.
    “Do you know why anyone would want to kill him?”
    “No clue. He was a good guy.”
    I pulled up the picture of his symbol on my phone and showed it to him.
    “Do you recognize this symbol?”
    He looked at it then back at me. “Why do you have my name on your phone?”
    “It was written in Amber Lambert’s blood on the wall of her crime scene.”
    “Was anything else written?”
    “That is classified information. Do you know why anyone would kill a woman who was last seen at a club you work at and then write your name in blood on the wall next to her?”
    “I have no idea, but I would very much like to know.”
    “So would I. Is there any other information you can think of regarding these murders?”
    “No, I don’t know anything else.”
    “Are there many people who are familiar with your Angelic symbol?
    “Yes. In the Kingdom I was very well known, and we place our symbol on almost everything we own.”
    He reached inside the neck of his shirt and pulled out a necklace with a pendant of the same symbol. The necklace looked similar to one my mother had left me. I kept mine in a jewelry box at home though. Maybe my mom knew an Angel once upon a time.
    “Other than the members of your band, are there anymore Fallen in the area that you know of?”
    “Not that I have heard. Perhaps the person who killed these people was just trying to blame it on a Fallen.”
    “Or perhaps another Fallen has a problem with you, is killing people and trying to place the blame on you.”
    “I assume you have already checked my magic sample and verified that I am not the killer.”
    “As well as the other four band members.”
    He nodded.
    “Alright.” I pulled out one of the generic cards that has the number to the station on it. “If you think of anything else, call this number.”
    “And you can call me if you need to talk to me. I must say that I have wondered why you haven’t called me already.”
    Okay, I need to nip this in the bud.
    “I am sorry, Jared. You seem like a nice enough person , but I am not interested in you in an intimate way.”
    “You seemed to be pretty interested in me Saturday night.”
    “I also seemed to be pretty drunk Saturday night, and now that I’m not, I am also not interested.”
    “I see.”
    “I do thank you for the flowers though they were lovely.”
     
    I got up to leave. I would find one of the other band members and interview them.
    “What flowers?” he asked.
    Was he kidding? I turned back to look at him.
    “The flowers you sent me.”
    Does he send flowers to so many girls he can’t remember who he sent them to?
    “I didn’t send you flowers. Maybe it was one of your other admirers.”
    I gave him a look like he was mental.
    “You didn’t send me flowers that had a card that said ‘Can’t wait to see you again. J’? That seems like quite a coincident since you are the only man I’ve made out with recently whose name starts with J.”
    “I assure you I did not send you these flowers. Although I will send you flowers if it would make you interested,” he said with his brows raised.
    “Ha ha. I suppose the delivery guy gave them to the wrong girl. Although , he did ask for me by name.”
    Jared was looking at the picture of Amber on his desk then he looked at me.
    “When did you say this girl went missing?”
    “Sunday. But , she wasn’t killed until last night. Do you remember her?”
    He shook his head. “When did you get flowers?”
    I sighed. Like he didn’t know. “Sunday.”
    “Is it a usual occurrence for a delivery guy to show up at your door?”
    “It isn’t a usual occurrence that I get a delivery. But no, all deliveries are supposed to be checked in at the main desk and a security personnel delivers them to the