“Mr. Page, I am Detective Rains, and I have a few questions for you? She provided him with a smile, but even a child could tell there was no warmth behind it.
“What”? Garrison Page replied weakly his voice hollow.
“Does he have a concussion or something?” She said, looking slightly over Page’s shoulder, at someone he could feel but not see behind him.
“No, I am fine, I don’t have a concussion” he said more firm, and although he gave a halfhearted smile, she knew he used that very smile a number of times to close many a deal inside board rooms, and inside many a bedroom.
She stared at him a second to long, and their eyes meet and neither said a word…
“Excuse me; do you two know each other? Said the man, Detective Rains had been talking to just a few minutes earlier.
Page slowly shook his head, however, Rains recovery was quicker, “No Stanley, we don’t, I just lost my train of thought”.
“Yeah, you sure did” he punched her arm jokingly, and gave her a wink. As he continued into the room pass them.
“Sorry about that mister Page, are you going to be able to answer some questions, Sir” she looked him in straight in eyes, and the warmth they she just displayed a few minutes ago was no gone.
Garrison page was returning to his normal form, and replied “I sure will answer your question Detective and, first there is no reason to be sorry, and my name is Garrison, only people who do not know me call me Mr. Page, and since you found me knocked out on the floor, I say we can dispense with the formality”
“Great, lets…” she scanned the office quickly, “go seat over here on the couch”. He smelled great she thought, as she caught his scent as he made his way passed her on the way to the couch.
He cocked his head toward her, and thought to himself that she smelled amazing as he made his way to the couch to be grilled on why; he was in the office so late at the same time a man he knew was murdered.