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“What can I do for you?” She asked. “We have a few questions and want you to come down to the station and answer them,” he said without a hint of trouble in his voice. “Why don’t you tell me what they are while we are on the phone and I can answer them?”
“It would be best if you came down to the station.” “I don’t see why, but if that’s what you want, I’ll be there shortly,” Marlene said, sounding aggravated.
Ignoring her, he said, “Thank you, when you arrive, tell the receptionist Detective Johnson or Wallace is waiting.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Marlene said, hanging up the phone. Picking up her cell phone, she said, “Frank, they asked me to come down to the station to answer a few more questions.”
“Do you think it is about your car? It’s been over a week since the accident,” Frank said.
“Detective Johnson didn’t say and I have no idea what they want, but he was firm he wanted to see me.” “They might have some information about who murdered your mother.” “You might be right, I never thought about that. I’ll check my hair and makeup before I leave. I’ll call you when I find out what they want, she said, thinking they must have news about her mother’s murder.
“I’m sure there’s no problem, but call me. Until then I love you,” Frank said, putting away his phone.
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Looking out the window, Detective Johnson watched Marlene drive her rental car into the parking lot. He went out to the lobby to meet her. “Thank you for coming,” Detective Johnson said,

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