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I extended my hand. “Let me make you another.”
I mixed him another drink and handed it to him. “Here. And don’t be shy. There’s plenty. It’s a staple here. Kind of like cottage cheese and yogurt.”
He reached for the drink. “Thanks.”
I sat down across from him and sighed. “So, back to what we were talking about. What can I do to help?”
“According to the attorney, you interviewed Crip on the 7th of May. For the first time. Now I ain’t sayin’ you did, and I ain’t sayin’ you didn’t. I’m sayin’ that’s what the attorney said.”
I didn’t have to think about it. The date was stuck in my head. “I did. It was our first interview.”
“The 7th was a Saturday.”
I shook my head. “We started on a Sunday. Sunday night.”
“Sunday was the 8th.”
I grabbed my phone, opened the calendar, and stared at the dates. He was right. Saturday was the 7th and Sunday was the eighth. I had misspoken when the interview started. “Wow. Sunday was the 8th. We started on the 8th.”
“Attorney said that Crip said you started the recording out by saying something like this is Peyton Price and for the record, this is the 7th of May. Crip remembers everything, especially when it comes to numbers.”
He was right, I did say it, and I remembered saying it. His quote was almost verbatim. Confused as to what he wanted from me, I decided to just ask. “So, what does he need from me?”
“He needs you to say on the evening of the interview, you two were tied up until late. From whenever it started until late at night.”
I shrugged. “We were.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “And that the interview was on the 7th.”
Apparently, Navarro needed an alibi. For whatever reason, I was ready to provide it. “I interviewed Navarro on the 7th. We started at roughly six o’clock, and the interview lasted until eleven p.m.”
He shook his head. “It needs to last until 2:00 a.m.”
“I interviewed Navarro on the 7th. We started at roughly six o’ clock, and the interview lasted until 2:00 a.m.”
He took a drink, then studied me for a moment. “They’re gonna get rough with you in the interrogation room.”
“I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
He cleared his throat. “You sure it was the 7th?”
“Positive.”
He leaned forward and glared at me. “You’re lying.”
“Fuck you. I’m positive.”
He wagged his finger in my face. “If I find out you’re lying--”
I pushed myself away from the table and glared back at him. “You won’t find out, shit, mister. I’m telling the truth. The interview started on Saturday, the 7th of May, and lasted until 2:00 a.m.”
“How do you know it was the 7th?”
“Because it was on Saturday. And, I always start off my recordings with the date and the name of the interviewee.”
“You got a copy of the recording?”
Fuck.
