Cahoots

Yet again, Bree found herself speaking to a police officer. This time, she wasn’t the one lying in a hospital bed, though. Instead, after they’d pieced together enough of the story to know that the maintenance man had been trying to make it so that the pipe above her head would move down, Bree and her bandmates had been asked to come to the police station. The others were sitting outside, or maybe one or two of them were being interviewed by other officers now. All she knew was the man sitting across from her, Detective Coop Wellington, didn’t look like the sort of person one kept information from.

“We know Monica and this…” he looked at his notes, “Dustin Craig were working together in their attempt to lower the pipe toward your band. What we don’t understand is why she would do that when she had invited your band to play the show and how it ended up backfiring on her. Hopefully, discussing the situation with you and your bandmates will give us some information.”