The girls glared at him.
Seals pulled a folder out of her bag. She pulled out three enlarged pictures and gave one to each of them along with a pen. “In front of you is the reason why we wanted to talk to you all. I want you all to write the first and last names of the girls in this picture below where they’re standing, and then sign it where the X is. You know you all see yourselves in that picture, so don’t forget to include your own names.”
The girls sighed as they glared at their picture that was in front of each of them. They shot each other quick glances, as if they were waiting for one of them to make the first move in identifying themselves in this picture standing outside of Felicity’s house. Jackie sighed, picked up her pen, and identified Willow, first; Cherie, second; Trina, third; and herself last. She signed it next to the X and then shoved the picture back to Seals. Cherie and Trina followed suit, by identifying Willow first, and then themselves last. They signed the picture next to the X, and then gave the pictures back to Seals.
“Thank you, girls,” Seals said with a slight grin. She put the pictures in the folder.
“So, when was this picture taken?” Sherwood asked.
“About two weeks ago,” Jackie replied. “I forgot what day it was.”
“And why were the four of you over at Felicity’s?” Sherwood asked.
“We just wanted to talk to her,” Jackie replied.
“About what?” Seals asked.
Jackie sighed as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say.
“About a party at a makeup store that was happening the next week, which took place on Saturday night,” Trina said.
Jackie and Cherie looked at her.
“This past Saturday night?” Seals asked.
“Um, yeah. And if we brought at least six or more girls with us, we got into the party for free, so we wanted to know if Felicity and her best friend Erin wanted to come with us,” Trina said.
Sherwood and Seals nodded, but they weren’t buying this story in the least bit.
“Well, it was said that none of you were friends with Felicity or with Erin, in fact, it’s been said that you all hate her — Felicity, that is,” Seals informed them.
The girls all looked at each other.
“We never said that we hated her,” Cherie said.
Trina nodded in agreement; Jackie stayed quiet.
“Look, we don’t have anything to do with what happened to Felicity, okay? So can we all just go back to class now?” Jackie asked.
“Well, you understand, Jackie, that this is a process of elimination. We have to check everything out,” Sherwood told her.
“So, where were you all on Saturday night?” Seals asked.
The girls all looked at each other once again.
“At Willow’s,” Jackie said.
Cherie and Trina looked at Jackie, as well as Sherwood and Seals.
“Were all of you there all night?” Sherwood asked.
“Yeah, we never left. We slept over her house,” Trina replied.
Jackie and Cherie nodded in agreement.
Sherwood and Seals wrote notes in their notepads.
Seals looked up at the girls. “Do you all know who took that picture of the four of you standing outside of Felicity’s home?”
The girls all looked at each other.
“No, we don’t know,” Jackie replied.
Sherwood and Seals stared at her.
“Okay, then,” Seals said.
“Well, girls, you’re free to leave. Here’s our cards if you know anything else in regards to what happened to Felicity,” Sherwood said, and handed each one of them his card; Seals did the same. They reluctantly took the cards, and then left the room.
Seals got up and closed the door, and then sat back down at the table. “They’re some lying-ass bitches, aren’t they?”
Sherwood chuckled. “That goes without saying! I almost laughed at how much they kept looking at each other as if they were trying to say, ‘Tell them something, it’s your turn!’”
Seals laughed. “I know, huh? And once again, none of them asked how Felicity was doing, and that’s because they have something to do with what happened to her. There’s no way anyone would believe that they were over at Felicity’s house that day to invite her and Erin to a party at a makeup store on Saturday night — and I’ll find out if any makeup stores had a party on Saturday night, of course — because if they wanted to invite her to it they would’ve done so here or on social media. They hate Felicity, and I believe that comment about how they were out there in front of her house talking about how they were gonna kill her. Those girls look evil, you know? They always look they’re up to no good.”
“Yeah, they’re as cold as a Wisconsin winter, but that doesn’t mean that they hurt Felicity. I don’t believe for one second that they were over at Willow’s house all Saturday night — that’s bullshit — they went somewhere and I believe it was either to a party at a club or something, or straight to Felicity’s house.”
“And did you notice that they didn’t say anything about going to that party at the makeup store?” Seals asked.
Sherwood nodded. “I absolutely noticed it. What the fuck are they trying to hide about Felicity? It’s obvious they had an axe to grind with her, but it’s like they won’t say what it is.”
“And I think Jackie has the biggest axe to grind with her because she seemed the most mad and irritated by our questioning.”
Sherwood grinned. “Well, she better get used to it because I have a feeling that we’ll definitely be talking to her again very soon.”
“And I look forward to it,” Seals said.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom on the second floor, Jackie, Cherie, and Trina stood in the handicapped bathroom stall as they smoked cigarettes, trying to calm their nerves about their very first interrogation in Felicity’s case.
“I have a feeling those assholes are not gonna leave us alone about that bitch,” Jackie said, referring to Felicity. She took a drag off of her cigarette, and then shook her head.
“That’s because we were all shown in that picture standing outside of Felicity’s house, Jackie. I didn’t wanna say this, but I believe I know why they questioned us about it,” Trina said, and then flicked some of the ashes from her cigarette into the toilet bowl.
“Why?” Jackie and Cherie asked.
“Because someone had put on that picture that we were there on this past Saturday during the day, and not the time that we were really there, which was almost two weeks ago. People are saying and doing all kinds of shit to that picture of the four of us standing out in front of her house, including making silly memes out of it,” Trina said.
“Yeah, I’ve seen that shit, and I don’t appreciate people doing that. If they ever had someone humiliate them like the way Felicity humiliated me by sleeping with Allen and putting on his T-shirt in his bed after she did and taking a picture of herself and putting it on her social media pages for potentially millions and millions of people to see, then they would’ve done what I did. I didn’t need any proof that the bitch fucked him that day, I know she did. And she had the nerve to do this on the day that Sloan broke up with her? And she wonders why she’s laying up in the hospital,” Jackie said.
“Yeah, really!” Trina said.
“No arguments from here,” Cherie said. “And I heard that no one has visited her. Not Sloan, not anyone. Only Erin has, and I’m surprised that she has.”
“Well, it doesn’t surprise me,” Jackie said. She looked at her watch. “Looks like we better get going because the bell is about the ring for second period.”
They all threw their cigarettes into the toilet bowl and it automatically flushed.
While they walked out of the stall, a card dropped on the floor. None of them saw it or heard it drop. They left the bathroom.
Seconds later, a door to one of the stalls slowly opened! A girl slowly peeked out of it! She looked both ways, and then to her right again and down at the
floor, and saw the card lying on it. She went over to it and picked it up. It was Detective Seals’ card!
Meanwhile, Sherwood and Seals were still talking in the room. There was a knock on the door.
“COME IN!” Sherwood said.
“Detective Sherwood and Detective Seals, this is Willow Hartman. Have a seat, Willow,” Principal Henderson said, and then shut the door behind her.
Willow walked over to the side of the table that Jackie, Cherie, and Trina sat at during their interrogations, and sat down. Sherwood and Seals stared at her. She let out a deep sigh as she stared down at the table. “I know what I’m here for, and I have something to say about it,” she informed them.
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other while trying not to show too much surprise.
“We’re listening,” Sherwood said.
Chapter 20
Sherwood and Seals stared at Willow as she took a deep breath. They were waiting for her to tell-all.
“Well, everyone knows that Felicity is a fuck girl. And she fucked with my relationship with Sloan and therefore caused him to break up with me for her,” Willow informed them.
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other. They looked back at Willow.
“Go on,” Seals said.
“Well, of course I was furious because what girl wouldn’t be? But that doesn’t mean I had anything to do with what happened to her,” Willow informed them.
Sherwood and Seals slightly sighed as they gave each other a disappointing look.
“What’s up with the picture of you standing at Felicity’s front door of her home along with Jackie, Cherie, and Trina?” Sherwood asked.
Willow sighed. “We just wanted to talk to her.”
“About what?” Seals said.
“I don’t remember,” Willow replied.
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other once again.
“What do you mean you don’t remember? You were there, weren’t you?” Seals said. She then looked inside her bag and pulled out a copy of the picture for Willow. She gently shoved it across the table to her, along with a pen. “I was gonna have you do this before you left, but I want you to do it now.”
Willow stared at the picture of her, Jackie, Cherie, and Trina standing outside of Felicity’s home. “Do what?”
“Identify everyone in that picture, including yourself. Write your name and theirs under where each girl is standing,” Seals instructed.
Willow sighed and did what her friends did before her, but she identified Jackie, first; Trina, second; Cherie, third, and herself last. She then signed it by the X. She glared at Seals as she shoved the picture back to her.
“Thank you,” Seals replied, as she and Sherwood looked at the picture. She then took out the three pictures that Jackie, Cherie, and Trina all signed and gently pushed them over to Willow. “And as you see, you all identified each other, so we’re all good with this part of it.”
Willow looked at the pictures, and then shoved them back over to Seals. “And what’s the point of this? Why wasn’t I questioned with them? Why did you guys wanna see me alone?”
“That’s what we’re getting at, Willow. We have you in here separate from them because of the fact that you and Felicity had the same boyfriend at one point, Sloan Avery,” Sherwood said.
“Yeah, so? And he’s not with her anymore! Oh, what? You think I went over there with my friends to fuck Felicity up for stealing my boyfriend? I haven’t been with Sloan since sophomore year! We’re all seniors now!”
“Did you go over to her house with your friends for this reason?” Sherwood asked.
“No! I didn’t!” Willow cried.
“Then what were all of you doing over there?” Seals asked.
Willow shrugged. “I don’t remember, but what I do know is that it was not for me to fuck her up for stealing Sloan from me because if I really wanted to fuck that fuck-girl bitch up, I would’ve done it a long time ago!”
Sherwood and Seals looked at her.
“Willow, where were you on Friday night?” Seals asked.
“With my friends at Moves, a teen nightclub,” Willow replied, as she stared down at the table.
“With your friends Jackie, Cherie, and Trina, right?” Seals asked.
“Right,” Willow replied, with half of an eye roll.
Seals half-grinned at Willow’s response. “Was Sloan there?”
“Yeah, he was. I was surprised to see him there because like me, he really never goes there,” Willow replied.
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.
“Did you talk to him while you were there?” Sherwood asked.
“Of course I did. I may be his ex, but that’s no reason why we can’t talk to each other. We even danced with each other, and Felicity saw this and was furious, so she just grabbed a random guy — I think it was a guy whose brother owns the club — and started dancing with him, obviously trying to make Sloan jealous. I just said to Sloan that what Felicity was doing was a fuck girl at her finest.”
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other once again, since they remember Erin bringing up Felicity and Carson dancing with each other on Friday night, so they saw the consistency to Willow’s story about Friday night, but they wanted to know more about the very next night.
“So, where were you on Saturday night?” Seals asked.
“I was at Jackie’s,” Willow replied.
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.
“Were you there all night?” Sherwood asked.
“Yeah, I was. It was raining hard as hell that night so we all decided to stay at Jackie’s the whole night,” Willow replied.
“Who’s we all?” Seals asked.
“Me, Cherie, and Trina,” Willow replied.
Sherwood nodded. “Well, Willow, I think we’re done here for now. Here’s my card; contact me or Seals if you hear anything around about Felicity or see anything on social media,” he said, as he handed her his card, and Seals did the same.
“Okay,” Willow replied. She got up and left the room.
Sherwood and Seals looked at each other and shook their heads.
“We’ll definitely be talking to the four of them again,” Seals said.
“You got that right, especially since Jackie and Willow said that they were at each other’s houses on Saturday night. You can’t be in two places at the same time and all night at that, so it’s clear that one of them is lying about where they all were at on Saturday night,” Sherwood said.
“And we’ll find out which one of them is, because I now have a feeling that none of them were at either one of their houses that night and all night at that,” Seals said.
“My instincts are telling me that you’re right,” Sherwood said. “Also, did you notice how Willow claimed that she didn’t know why they were over at Felicity’s house that day? She didn’t mention anything about that invitation to that makeup party.”
“Exactly. I was waiting for her to say it. Like I said before, I’ll be checking that out to see if there was actually a makeup party on Saturday, because at this point, they’re all full of shit,” Seals concluded.
Sherwood nodded in agreement. “Oh, by the way, did that person ever get back to you that you sent that private message to on social media about this picture of the four of them?”
“No, they didn’t. In fact, when I tried to respond to them, it said that USER NOT FOUND crap. I think the person deleted their account when they found out that I was a cop investigating Felicity’s attempted murder.”
“Naturally,” Sherwood said. “Well, let’s get out of here and see if we can catch up with this Carson guy. He hasn’t responded to the e-mails and texts that you’ve sent to the club’s website, or the private messages you sent to its social media page?”
“Not even one,” Seals replied. “I don’t understand why he doesn’t wanna talk about someone who patronized his brother’s club every Friday and Saturday.”
“Yeah, and that’s exactly what we wanna fi
nd out is why he doesn’t wanna talk about her, especially since I know that he’s seen these attempts at contacting him,” Sherwood said.
They got up and left the room.
Meanwhile, Willow sighed as she smoked a cigarette in the handicapped stall in the bathroom. When she was done, she opened the door and Jackie, Cherie, and Trina were standing here!
“Hey,” Willow said, as she tried to act as if she didn’t know what was going on.
“Why were you questioned separately from us? Huh?” Jackie asked.
Willow looked at her, and then at Cherie and Trina as they waited for her to answer. “Look, I didn’t know that you all were contacted before I was, okay? I just assumed that we were all contacted at the same time and that we were all questioned separately because that’s what those cops usually do. But I now know why those cops wanted to question me separately.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell us,” Jackie said.
“Because I’m Sloan’s ex girlfriend, that’s why. And I know those damn cops think I probably teamed up with Sloan to hurt Felicity thinking that I want him back and the only way that I was gonna get him back was to have her out of the way. And they thought that we were all over her house to hurt her because of me, but you know we were there because of you wanting to get her back for posting that picture of her in Allen’s bed, Jackie,” Willow said.
“Yeah, but they don’t know that! They don’t know shit about why we were over there, so I sure as fuck hope you didn’t say anything to them about how Allen was the reason why we were over there and not Sloan,” Jackie warned her.
“Of course I didn’t, Jackie. What kind of a fuckin’ friend do you think I am?! They know damn well that they have no proof of us being over there for that reason, but I’m concerned about Saturday night,” Willow said.
“What for?” Jackie asked.
“Because they asked me where was I at on that night,” Willow said.
“And where did you say that you were?” Jackie asked.
Willow looked at Jackie, Cherie, and Trina, as they waited for her to tell them. “I said you were all at my place,” she lied.
Jackie, Cherie, and Trina nodded and looked relieved.
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