Knock, knock.
And who was that trying to break down my front door?
“I know you’re in there,” that unpleasant policewoman I’d met yesterday afternoon cried from the other side.
I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, quickly running my hands through my hair in a half-hearted attempt to tame it. When I flung the door open, Officer Dash snorted and pushed her way inside.
“Oh, please. Come right in,” I muttered and closed the door behind her.
“Coffee?” I offered as I padded toward the kitchen and let out an enormous yawn so she could see firsthand how much she was inconveniencing me.
“Just waking up, I see,” she noted with a disappointed shake of her head. “You sleep pretty easy for someone who just committed murder. Guess that makes you a psychopath.”
I shook off her over-the-top insult and forced a smile. “Do you want the coffee or not?”
Officer Dash held up a hand. “None for me. Thanks.”
I sighed and turned my back to her as I went about the business of rescuing my favorite mug from the dishwasher and sticking a pod in the Keurig so it could begin the brew cycle.
When I turned back around a couple minutes later with a full cup of coffee in my hands, I found she had made herself comfortable at my messy kitchen table.
I set my mug down and grabbed the scattered articles I’d printed for my thesis research, arranging them into a sloppy pile just out of the officer’s reach.
She waited for me to sit and take a blessed sip before bombarding me with whatever news she’d come to share. “The M.E. has now confirmed that Mr. Harold Harris was murdered. We’re still waiting on the full toxicology report to come back, of course, but you could save us all a lot of time if you just confess now.”
I refused to be baited like this, no matter how insistently this detective clung to her false accusations. “I didn’t kill my boss,” I ground out from between clenched teeth.
“Uh-huh. That’s what they all say.”
“I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I’m telling you the truth about me.”
Officer Dash widened her eyes and leaned toward me in what appeared to be an intimidation tactic. “If you didn’t kill him, then who did? Huh?”
“I have no idea. I’d only just arrived when he keeled over, so anyone could have come and gone by then without me knowing. Besides, I don’t even know what killed him, so I can’t really speculate.” Okay, that was probably a bit insensitive, but this whole thing was causing me way too much stress, way too early in the day. I just wanted Officer Dash to accept my innocence and leave me be.
She grew even more frustrated, a sheen of sweat rising to her brow. “Are you even paying attention? Toxicology means poison. We’re just waiting on the particulars.”
“Poison, huh? Well, Harold pretty much always had a coffee in hand. We often joked that he’d set up shop primarily to save on his habit.” I studied my coffee suspiciously, then deciding it was okay took another long swig. Heavens knew I would need all the caffeine I could get to make it through this conversation.
Officer Dash pulled a small notepad out of her pocket and clicked her pen. “We? Who’s we?”
Shoot.
“Oh, um. Just the others who work there. Drake and Kelley are the two who’re usually around for my shifts, but there are others, too.”
She studied me carefully. “So you believe one of your coworkers poisoned Mr. Harris?”
“I didn’t say that. I honestly have no idea. I’m just as shocked by all this as you are.”
“If the poison was delivered via his coffee, then you three baristas on shift had the greatest opportunity to pull off the crime,” she pointed out with a shrug that came across as incredibly unnatural.
I shook my head. “I didn’t say Kelley or Drake did it. Kelley was really, really upset.”
“And Drake?”
Instead of answering, I took another long gulp of coffee. I didn’t want to prove my innocence by throwing someone else under the bus, and there was no rule saying I needed to play Officer Dash’s little game. When I lowered my cup, Officer Dash was still staring at me intently.
She stood and pushed her chair back in toward the table. “If I find out the poison was delivered via his coffee, you better believe I’ll be right back here asking more questions.”