Chapter 116: Revelations - Michael

MICHAEL

Stanton scrapes up a seat beside his officer. "Miss Ramirez… Martina… May I call you Martina?”

She gives him a pale smile. “It’s Marty.”

“Thank you. Marty, do you have any idea when this might have happened? This… invasion… of your apartment?"

"How would I know?” She blows out her cheeks, wrapping arms around herself. “If I'd had any idea he was there, do you imagine I wouldn't have done something about it?"

"Of course. Anyone would. But, perhaps there was a day when you noticed something odd in your room? Or elsewhere in your apartment? Something moved or missing? Anything different at all? Take your time. Think about it.”

Charlotte stands. “Marty, would you like a glass of wine? There’s a mini-bar. A drink might help you relax a bit.”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of wine. White if you have it.”