Danielle moved through the crowd like a pro. She knew where to step and which direction to move in so that she was always moving ahead of the party. What could Bill want she wondered? Had she forgotten to do something before she came out onto the floor?
Her eyes searched for him. He wasn't so attractive; how could he be attractive? He was a whopping two hundred-fifty pounds on a five foot nine inch body. His hair was short, almost cropped in style. He was hairless more or less. His beard even refused to grow like a normal mans beard. Yet, she found him suddenly sexy. She could feel him no matter how far away he was. She craved him.
"What's up, Bill?" she asked as she walked to his side. To his immediate left she saw Josie who appeared to be smiling. Now she knew something was up. Josie never smiled like that unless 'someone' was in trouble. She figured it must be her.
"Danielle," said Bill unhappily, "we need to have a talk." He motioned her toward his office.
"Is something wrong, Bill?" She asked as she fell into step beside him. They headed towards the white door. Something felt odd.
"Now don't get excited," Bill whispered as they neared his office. "But the police need to talk to you about what happened the other night with Chuck."
He hesitated for a few moments just outside the door. "You remember Chuck don't you, the big party on Halloween night?" He sounded concerned. She knew the right answers. She swallowed hard and replied.
"I don't want to talk to the police, Bill. I don't like men in uniforms," she started toward the floor and he caught her arm before she could go any further.
"Honey, you've got no choice, everyone will have to speak to them." A frown covered his face as he motioned her toward the door. "Just get it over with and then come see me in the lounge."
He cupped her chin in his hand and lifted it upwards so that he could see into her eyes.
"You'll be ok." he said, and walked away. Danielle watched him go. Her eyes fell to Josie who gave her a nasty look. She was standing near the edge of the dance floor. Danielle turned away deciding to ignore her.
She took several deep breaths and gently, turned the door knob. She was confident she could handle the situation. She had to put on a good show for the eye's in the room who she knew was watching. Josie was a pain in her side.
"Hi," she said to the unsmiling police officer who she saw sitting in the room alone. He smiled in return and held out his hand to her.
"Hi, I'm Officer Dillon." He motioned her to take the seat in front of him. She sat down and crossed her legs pointing them in the opposite direction. She pulled her skirt down and tried to appear innocent.
This one wasn't hungry he was well fed. She lifted an eyebrow realizing that she could still smell the scent. It was fresh on his skin, and it was from several different women; not long ago. This man might have been involved with a threesome or he'd been with several women one right after the other. That was something you didn't often find when you were dealing with a man of the law. Perhaps, he'd recently been to a cat house? A smile broke out across her face, and she had to battle to hide it. In the little town of Somerset, Ohio, was that even possible? Were there any cat houses in these woods?
"Now Miss..." he looked down at his clipboard.
"Danielle," she spoke up quickly, "Just call me Danielle."
"Ok, Danielle," he replied with a simulated smile. He made her feel as if it were an effort to wrap his tongue around her name. She decided to ignore it.
"What can you tell me about the events that led up to the strange actions of Chuck Armstrong on the night of October 31st?"
