The chick with too much makeup brought me a bottle of water. I cracked it and took a long pull from it. It was cold.
The two detective remained patient, looking at me intently. The fat-one’s belly growled. It must have been snack time.
“I could not have killed her,” i said, “She was my life, my anchor,”
Roose wasn’t sold, “Then help us figure this out, Jack. What were you doing two weeks ago?”
“The whole thing’s a blur,” I said, “It was a tough day at the plant. Sweeping garbage; my boss is a complete ass,” the pain in the sides of my head moved into my eyes. I rubbed them as I continued, “I left work, and went out with the guys; I tied one on, that night,”
“Where was that?”
“The Duke,” i replied shortly, “Phone them, they’ll vouch for me,”
“We will. What else?”
Flashes stung the inside of my head; red and white blinding flashes; images. Like a dark memory.
“We had some beers, you know, some tequilla. Guy stuff.”
“D’you shoot pool?” Conklin smiled.
“Sure.”
“I love Pool!”
“When did you go home?” Roose pushed.