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Breeze sighed as she was paged over the public announcement system. She pulled herself together and returned to the waiting area.
“Ya’ll lookin’ fa’ me?” she asked the first officer that she saw.
“Breeze Gibson?” Officer Hayes asked.
“Yeah.”
“Where is Primo?” he asked, sensing that she wasn’t going to be much help.
“I don’t know.”
She shrugged as she looked into his eyes.
“What’s his government name?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“How long have you been together?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Six months.”
“And you don’t know his real name?”
“Nope.”
“If you hinder this investigation in any way you’ll be arrested,” he told her.
“Okay.”
Officer Hayes hated girls like Breeze. Trying to stand by a man that didn’t give a damn about their dumb asses.
“Look, I know you don’t want to get your boyfriend into trouble, but your friend is in there fighting for his life,” he said, hoping to appeal to her emotions and get her to talk.
“That’s fucked up, but I only know what I know,” Breeze said dryly.
“Were you going to the prom as well?” he asked, trying his best to remain calm.
“No.”
“Then why were you there?”
“I was seeing my best friend off. Is that a crime?”
“Of course not. Primo was seeing her off as well?”
“No.”
“Then why’d he stop by?”
“I didn’t know that he did,” she lied.
“So you weren’t talking to him when the shooting started?” he asked, looking over his notes.
“Oh yeah. I guess wit’ everything that happened I forgot that he stopped by for a few minutes,” she lied again.
“So he just popped up?” he asked, making a note that he needed to get a print out of Breeze’s phone activity for the night.
“Yeah. Must have been in the area.”
“So, he stopped by, you went over to talk to him and then what?”
“Somebody started shooting and people started runnin’.”
“Did Primo have a gun?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know why he left before paramedics and the police arrived?”
“A lot of people left,” she said with an attitude. “Did you want everybody to stand around waiting for the shooting to start again?” she asked.
“Here’s my card. As soon as you speak with Primo I need you to call me,” he said as he removed a business card from his pocket and gave it to her, ignoring her smart mouthed question.
“Okay.” Breeze turned to walk away from the police officer.
“I’ll be in touch Miss Gibson,” he said as he watched her throw his business card into the trashcan. He was sure that she thought that she and her boyfriend were smarter than the police but they weren’t.