When arriving at my restaurant, one of the managers ran up to me with a worried look on his face. I locked my car and put the keys in my pocket. Must not let anyone take my car I needed it tomorrow night.

"What's wrong? Did one of the cooks burn themselves?" I asked Robbie, the manager who was in charge tonight. He was tall, skinny, and had hair and eyes so black that you weren't sure if he was part of the shadows or not. His skin was just as dark, but I liked him. He was one of the best workers I'd ever seen. I don't recall him ever having any sick days. In fact, I usually forced him to take a day off.

Robbie shook his head, "No, nothing like that. A detective or something has been waiting to see you for about an hour or so. I told him to leave a message, but he insisted on seeing you."

I raised an eyebrow. A detective was something that I did NOT need right now. "Where is he now?"

"In your office, waiting."

I had a moment to think if I left anything out in my office. I smiled at Robbie and walked inside. The detective was probably wondering if the office was new or something. It's empty. No files, no nothing. Only a few items on the shelves to give it a little homey feeling and of course, office supplies and all. I did that for a reason. I could add items to it now, but I hadn't had the time to do it yet. Probably a year from now I would finally add a couple of more items that I could claim as my own.

When I walked into my office, the detective stood and offered me his hand. I took it and shook hands with him. He smiled, but it didn't really reach his eyes. My Lord, what was he doing in here to pass the hour? Probably going through my things, studying the surroundings. Or he could have been simply sleeping. It had happened before.

"Ah, Jendayi Miyamoto. I'm glad I could finally get a hold of you." I sat down as he sat down.

I should have smiled or something, but I was done playing the dumb blonde for today, "I'm glad you waited around. I always like to help out my community. What can I do for you detective…?"

He smiled again, "Lothian, Detective Lothian."

"Right, Detective Lothian." I smiled back at him, waiting for him to continue.

"If you wouldn't mind, I just have a few questions for you. I heard that you were the person to ask."

"Really? About what and from who?" I always liked to know who was snitching on me and who wasn't.

"Who, I can't say, but what, I can… a little bit. Where were you on February 12th of this earlier year during the evening?"

Right into the questions… interesting way of getting information. I thought about the date, trying to remember seven months ago was quite a long time ago. "I was probably here, working of course."

"All night?"

"No, of course not. I do have a home to sleep in you know." I laughed slightly and pulled out a planner from my top drawer. I flipped back through the months until I found February and glanced at what day it had been. Monday, and it was highlighted which meant I had a job that night as well. "I left probably around midnight or so. We close at 11 and I had a few papers to sign and such. Paychecks go out on Wednesday."

"Ah, good, good." He paused for a moment.

"Do I need someone who can verify this?" I raised my eyebrow, trying to figure out if this detective needed some help or not. He looked a bit old. His skin was a bit wrinkly, and he looked awfully tired around the eyes. He had some gray in his hair, but not too much. Maybe in his late forties, I could guess.

"No, no, Miss Miyamoto. Your manager, Robbie Bugler, confirmed it already. He had looked at a calendar much like the one you just pulled out. I was just making sure the information was correct."

I had to keep the surprise from my face that time. I kept my expression completely neutral. I should have guessed that he already questioned the workers. I was curious to know what he asked Robbie exactly, and as to what Robbie said as a reply.

Where was I really on that Monday night? Well, I was out finishing a job that's what I was doing. I was betting that this Detective was here to question me about the murder of Sally Shapes. I could still picture her in my mind… brown curly hair, shoulder length, brown eyes with a touch of green, short, mid-thirties, tanned skin, high cheekbones and a smile that would stop any man dead in his tracks. Yes, I remembered her very well. The husband had hired me to kill her because she was cheating on him with another man. He never knew who the man was and didn't really care. He hated her more than the supposed lover that she had. Anyway, he killed himself a couple of days afterwards. Couldn't live without her I guess. Not my problem.

I leaned forward on my desk, resting my chin on my folded hands. "Detective Lothian, what is this exactly about? I have a business to tend to and I don't like my time being wasted." Rude, I know, but he'll live. Besides, this was such an old case that I thought it had been closed. Apparently, this detective had been hard at work all these months tracking down this particular case. Maybe a family member hired him under the disbelief of the case being closed.

"I've waited here for an hour, Miss Miyamoto. I think you can waste an hour in return, don't you think?" He smiled, the damn bastard smiled at me.

"It wasn't my choice to stay for an hour."

"Nor mine."

I frowned at that. I sighed and didn't reply because I didn't know what to say to that. He leaned back in his chair, trying to get comfortable.

"Right then, did you go to sleep when you got home?"

"No, I took a shower, brushed my hair, my teeth, said my prayers, and had passionate sex with some guy I picked up off the street." He took a double look at me before realizing I was joking about the last part.

"This is no time to joke."

"And this is no time to keep asking stupid questions when you could have just come right out and asked me what was really on your mind." Can you tell I don't like the authority?

"All right, you want to know what's on my mind?" He sat up straight and threw his notepad on the desk, "I think that you were out that night. That after you left your office you left to go and have an affair with Mr. Shapes. And when his wife found out, some how she was killed that night with two bullets. Then either you killed Mr. Shapes or he killed himself."

I wanted to correct him by saying it was only one bullet, but that would have been stupid. The second bullet was from her husband walking in on me while I was finishing up my job. I didn't know that he was the one who had hired me. My handler not only kept me safe, but my clients as well.

"Nothing to say to that, Miss Miyamoto?"

"What do you want me to say? I just found out that I'm being suspected of murder that happened almost half a year ago. What's more is that I don't even know who it is that you're saying I murdered, so it makes it difficult to comment on your accusations. Besides, you're expecting me to remember exactly what I did on a certain day that long in the past? Do you remember what you did on February 12th of this year too? In detail even?"

He picked up his notepad and stood up, "I know you had something to do with this." He stared at me very closely.

"Until you have poof of anything that could relate me to such a crime, I don't want to see you back here, Detective. No offense, but I don't like being accused, nor questioned, of something that I know nothing about. I don't think you would appreciate it if I came to your office and declared that you murdered someone without proof of anything that would even put you near the place of the crime. Next time, contact my lawyer and save yourself the embarrassment."

I walked over to the door and held it open for him, "I usually don't mind helping the police out, but they are polite enough not to actually accuse me of something straight off the bat. Good night, Detective Lothian, and I hope that our next meeting – if any – will be more pleasant."

He walked to the doorway and stopped to look at me. We were about two feet apart, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to back up.

"I've heard things about you, Miyamoto. Things that lead me to believe that you could have committed this crime."

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear."

"I'll be keeping my eye on you."

"You do that. Make sure you grab some donuts along the way, you may get bored."

He walked out in a huff; the door almost slamming shut behind him. I sat down in my chair and took a deep breath. The cops learned the first time to only ask me questions and not to waste my time. This Detective sounded as if he was new… or maybe he just didn't care.

Robbie walked in slowly, knocking on the door while he did. I motioned for him to sit down as I took a sip of water that had been sitting there all day. He sighed and shook his head at me.

"What?"

"He didn't look too happy when he left." I could tell Robbie was trying to keep the smile from his face.

"Yea, well, he was annoying the hell out of me. What did he ask you, anyway?"

"I know how you don't like the cops too much, but I couldn't do much about this one. He kept insisting on staying and then started to question me."

"Its all right, Robbie. I'm not mad at you, don't worry. I'm not going to let a little detective ruin my night." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Well, he asked me if anyone odd came in who didn't want to eat here."

"And?"

"I told him that there were lots who came in like that, but they usually were either people who were giving you information about your past that you've been looking into or about catering."

I frowned at him, knowing that he was brighter than that. Robbie memorized every single person that came in and out of my office. "Anything else?"

He sighed and thought for a moment, "He asked me where you were on February 12th, mostly concerned about the night. I told him I wasn't sure. That you were here for a bit working in your office, but you probably left for home afterwards. I had to look at the calendar to figure out what day it was. He asked me what time, but I could only tell him it was after we closed. I don't keep track of time after we close down."

I wanted to give Robbie a hug, but refrained from doing so. "God, Robbie, I love you sometimes, you know that?"

He grinned, "Hey, don't worry about me so much. I know a lot of what goes on in here is none of my business, but be careful. I don't want to lose my job."

"And I don't want to lose my restaurant." I smiled and he smiled back. "Well, I'm going to get these forms filled out. It looks like it is slowing down out there, so you can go home if you like. I know you have a new gal friend…" I grinned.

"Yea, yea, I do." I couldn't tell, but I think he may have blushed.

"Drop by and give her a surprise hullo." I saw him brighten up a bit.

"Really?"

"Yes, now get out of here before I change my mind."

"Thanks, Jendayi. I'll be in a bit early tomorrow to help set-up."

I nodded as he got up and left. I had to reward him with something for being smart. I was sloppy with that job on that particular Monday. I could have gotten into some real trouble. It's the last time I ever took a case involving a love affair. It just never works out right. Love period never works out right. Is that why I'm still single and dateless?