by Jenna Baker
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Twenty minutes later, Reid, Foxy, Mac, and I headed out of the building and into the parking lot. As we approached our van, I could see Manny leaning against it smoking a cigarette. Luckily, it was a Marlboro instead of the funny kind.
“That sex addict shit’s for real,” Manny said. “She said she needed to work some stress off.” He had a huge grin on his face.
Reid was flabbergasted. “Are you serious? First this one throws herself at a suspected killer,” he said pointing to me, “and now you’re sleeping with one?” He threw up his hands. “Am I in the twilight zone? These are murder suspects!”
Manny looked at me. “Girl, you gotta fill me in on last night.”
“She doesn’t have to – it’s on video tape,” Foxy said.
“Say what?” Manny asked, his pitch elevated.
“All right, everyone, calm down,” I said. “Let’s just focus, all right? Manny and Mac, you take the SUV, and I’ll go with the cops. Let’s go!”
We split apart, but not before I saw Manny grab Mac’s arm and whisper, “I need details, bro.”
I blew out a breath, then followed Reid and Foxy to their car.