I continued following Good Cop until he led me past three more doors and out into a brightly lit waiting area. There were people handcuffed and yelling to be released, people who looked increasingly annoyed as they huffed and signed paperwork, and finally, there were two couples sitting alone in four chairs set aside in the corner of the room all holding hands as if they were praying. I knew they weren't. They were all atheists like myself. How could I tell? It was mine and Morgan's parents.

I wanted to scream to them that I didn't do it. That I couldn't have done any of this. But there was something catching my throat and I couldn't move let alone make a sound. My mom must have heard my inner turmoil because in the midst of my world shattering around me she immediately looked up. I saw her gasp and with tears in my eyes she grabbed Morgan's mom's hand and the two of them rushed over to embrace me.

"Jenn, are you okay? What the hell is going on? I know this is all a horrifying mistake. We will get down to the bottom of this, okay? I promise," my mom was a mess. She was always such a put together person in the looks department. Mentally, however, she was a bit scatterbrained, but I had never seen her this undone.

Morgan's mom did not say a word. Her eyes were more black than I had remembered them to ever be. She had been crying. Of course, she had been crying. We had all been crying. But, Morgan's mom simply looked void. Defeated. She has lost a whole part of herself that could never have been replaced. I, of all people, knew exactly how she felt. She tried to smile at me in a reassuring manner, but it looked as if simple attempting a smile was causing her physical pain so she released my mom's hand and simply wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. Thank god.

My biggest fear with seeing Morgan's mom was her being mad at me. Putting the blame on me for something that I did not do. But she didn't. She sobbed on my shoulder, I sobbed on hers. She was still the same strikingly beautiful woman who I had always looked at like another mother to me. For the first time in my life, I realized just how much Morgan looked like this woman, how much this woman's body felt like Morgan's as she embraced me in our tightly locked hug. I cried like I hadn't cried ever before in my life. I was in a moment, frozen, pretending that this was once again my Morgan. I never wanted to let her go and I think she felt the same.

Good Cop ruined the moment.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Mark, Mrs. Connor," he kindly interrupted, "but Detective Paulson is waiting in the interrogation room to speak with you, Miss Mark."

We unlocked from each other and she held me by my upper arms in a manner to find her own sense of balance again. I looked over at Morgan and I's dads reluctantly. My dad waved. Morgan's did not look up.

Good Cop once again gently took me by the arm to guide me through another maze of random corridors. The walls were the same color, but there were more doors and windows down this hall, it appeared as if these where all the offices were located. At the end of the hallway, we found the room where I was to be interrogated.

Was this really happening? I still all felt like a dream to me.

Good Cop looked at, sensing how scared I was.

"You are going to be fine. Just be honest, you'll be okay," he smiled again and led me inside.

There were two detectives sitting at the table and another nicely dressed lady who rose when I entered the room.

"Jennifer Mark? I'm Rosa Lopez, I'm an attorney for your parents and they asked if I could be here to support you through this interview," she smiled genuinely and extended her hand to shake, "it really is a pleasure meeting you. Your parent's and Miss Connor's parents had nothing but great things to say about you, I just sincerely wish we could have met under better circumstances. I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend. I understand you two were quite close."

I shook her hand and nodded though I didn't really hear anything that she had just said.

"She was like my sister."

Rosa nodded and gave me a sympathetic look, "don't worry about anything, okay. You are certainly not under arrest, you aren't in trouble, we are all just trying to get to the bottom of all of this. I'm on your team, anything you need, you just let me know."

I returned her nod and set my attention to the detectives.

The smaller detective guy was the first to speak up, "we want to find out as much as you do what happened to Morgan. And with your help, we can get to the bottom of this and bring that person to justice."

The larger detective guy motioned for me to have a seat, I turned and noted that Good Cop had left the room and had shut the door behind him.

The smaller detective continued talking, "Miss Mark, I'm Detective Paulson, I'm the lead detective on this case. This here is Detective Davis, he was on the scene with me last night and is going to be helping out in solving this whole mess."

"Please, call me Jenn."

"Okay, Jenn, if you are ready we would like to get started."

"Fire at will," I blurted before thinking that may not be the best choice of words in a police station, in front of two homicide detectives and a lawyer, "sorry. Please proceed."

Detective Davis pulled out a notebook and Detective Paulson nodded at me.

"Where were you last night?"

Jesus, I almost could have guessed that would have been the first question asked, I watched a lot of crime shows. Just never thought that I would be living one.

"Um, where do you want me to start? Morgan and I spent the day together, then we met our boyfriends at the movie theater, then we went to have a few drinks at a local pub. I don't remember what happened," I had already started cracking.

"Take a deep breath, Jenn, it's alright. Detective, can we get her some water, please," Rosa asked with concern.

Detective Davis motioned through the big glass mirror that it was okay and a quick moment later an older lady came in carrying a pitcher of water and four glasses. She set all of the pieces down onto the table and poured a glass handing it to me. She did not smile. As I took the glass and thanked her, she merely made a huffing sound and walked out of the room, closing the door tightly behind her.

I took a drink of the ice cold water and hot tears filled my eyes yet again. Would I ever stop crying? I set the water down and used the sleeve of Erik's hoodie to wipe my tears.

"Better?" Detective Paulson asked.

I nodded.

"Okay. So, maybe it would be easier to break up the pieces of this puzzle to see if we can properly make them fit. You girls lived together, right?"

"Yeah. We shared a two bedroom right off Lakeside. It was a bit out of our price range, but we made it work. It was close enough to walk to campus once classes started up again."

"So you girls left your apartment and headed for the movies to meet your boyfriend's, Liam McIntyre and..."

"Erik, um, Erik Miller, sir," I had to clear my throat. Erik wasn't going to go down for anything, was he? I thought to myself.

"Alright," he and Detective Davis both jotted furiously in their notebooks, "so once you guys all met at the movie theater, the downtown theater, right?"

I nodded, he continued, "you guys all met up there. And then what happened?"

"Erm, Morgan's boyfriend and I got into an argument over her. He was running his mouth about me not caring for her like he could because I teased her about the movie being too scary for her, and I thought he was being overbearing."

"So you and Liam got into a fight?"

"It was a stupid argument. Erik and I left to go to the bar, I texted Morgan's phone to tell her. They... Liam and Morgan went to go see another movie I guess and they ended up meeting us at the bar."

"What bar did you say you met at?"

"I didn't. It was Seamus' Pub over on 5th and Central."

"Kind of a sketchy bar for two ladies, isn't it?"

"Not that she and I couldn't take care of ourselves if that is what you are indicating, but we were there with our boyfriends. And the bar isn't that bad. They always have good live music. She and I have... had... been regulars there since we could legally drink."

He again wrote something in his notebook and didn't look up.

"Fair enough. So, you're at the bar. Then what..."

"Erik and I were there, we had a few drinks and then Morgan and Liam showed up after a while. After that, I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean, I don't know. Everything's a blur. I can't remember anything that happened after they showed up. It's the god's honest truth. I can't remember anything, detectives."

He stared at me curiously. As did Rosa and the other detective.

"So, your friend was murdered and we have a witness who saw you at the scene of the crime when the train utterly decimated her body, and you can't remember anything."

"I'm so sorry. I just can't. It's a blank slate, completely."

"Well, maybe I can refresh your memory."

"I was already informed what you people believe happened, but it didn't. I would never have done anything to put Morgan in harm's way, let alone to have ended her life. It's just not fucking possible okay? Hook me up to a lie detector or just don't believe me and toss me into a cell. At this point, without her, I really don't care, but I didn't fucking kill my best friend." I was screaming. Tears were running down my face and at some point I had stood up and my hands were clenched in fists on the table.

Rosa came over to me and put her arm around my shoulder.

"Jenn," she said calmly, "no one ever said that you were guilty of anything. We are simply just trying to get to the bottom of all of this. Have another sip of water."

I sat back down but shoved the water away from me.

"Miss Mark, we can't hold you for anything. You are not under arrest and we are not trying to blame you for anything, you must know that. We are doing our jobs so that, as Rosa said, we can get to the bottom of this. Someone out there has some information on this, and we will find out who," Detective Paulson stated.

"Can I take a lie detector? Would that help?"

"What we would like you to do at this time, is to have your parent's drive you over to St. Mark's Hospital. They have a clinic there... Miss Mark, I will go ahead and make a call and set you up for a blood test."

I was floored, "a blood test? For what like DNA or something? Are you going to make sure I don't have her blood on me? I don't understand..."

"No, no... The blood test is going to check your system for any foreign chemicals," he continued.

"Are you saying that you think I'm on drugs?"

"No. But, I do think that you may have been drugged."