No Sir, Not Me!

Kent picks up a likely suspect. 300 words

No Sir, Not Me!

Detective Kent looked across the table at the man who sat there,00 shackled.

“I didn’t do it,” Carlos burst out with.

“Prove it to me. You were there, other witnesses saw you.”

“I was just hanging out, that’s all. Since when is that a crime?”

Kent sat back in his chair, his leather holster creaking as he did so.

“Did you see who did it, then?”

Carlos shook his head.

“Who was there?”

“Just mi hombres. We were watching the women pass by.”

“Didn’t I hear you were married with a couple of kids?”

“But I ain’t dead, I just look, whistle, sometimes catcall.”

“How does your wife feel about that?”

“Long as I keep hands off, she’s fine with it.”

“Did you ever try to pick up the victim?”

“She’s too skinny for me. I like my women with a little meat on their bones, like my wife.”

“Did you notice anyone else showing an interest in her?”

“Lots of guys did, but never for long.”

“Love ‘em and leave ‘em were they?”

“Not them, her.”

Kent nodded as if he understood. If truth be told, he didn’t. To him, the man should be the pursuer, not the woman. He shook it head at how old fashioned that was.

“She was having words with her latest pursuit,” Carlos went on.

“Who was that?”

“Ricardo Santana. It was pretty loud.”

Kent knew the man in question and his violent past with women.

“Could he have done it?” the detective asked.

Carlos shrugged.

Kent stood.

“Until we have a better suspect, you’re it. You were seen standing over her body holding a bloody flick knife.”

“I tripped over it, so I picked it up. I didn’t even see the body.”

“Let’s see what Santana has to say.”