"I certainly do, I'm the one that tripped over a corpse." I said as I narrowed my eyes at Officer Short Stuff. He seemed to be challenging me in a staring contest because he said nothing and gave me a look that I'm sure he though was intimidating. Clearly, he'd never met my ex-husband who could make Hitler cry with a glance. Before we could declare a winner of the starting contest a rap sounded at the door. Rent-A-Cop Shorty walked over to the door and opened it, revealing the most handsome man I'd seen in at least a year. Surprisingly, all the male models aren't beating down the door to the local strip club.
"Is this the witness?" Mr. Handsome asked. I guessed from his suit and manner he was a detective from the local precinct.
"The suspect," the guard countered.
"Suspect, my ass," I replied.
"Please take the zip ties off this woman." Shorty grudginly abliged and I rubbed my wrists which had now reddened from the overzealous cuffing/ "Can I see your surveillance tapes?"
"We've already checked them, the area where the woman was killed was in a blind spot."
"Mighty convenient," I responded.
"What do you mean?" the detective asked.
"Who'd know about the blind spot, other than someone who worked here."
"What are you trying to say?" the guard asked.
"I'm saying a murder is on the loose and it's not me. It's someone who works at this casino."
"You were the last one seen arguing with the victim." Shorty responded.
"If you met this woman you'd be arguing with her, too. I'm sure she's never met a person she hasn't hated. But I am not the one who killed her. Did I want to kick her once or twice, of course, but I'm no killer."
"Please lock down the casino. I don't want anyone entering or exiting." the policeman stated to the guard.
"I guess, I'll have to find a babysitter for my son, huh?"