I shrugged. “I should have been smarter.”
“The two situations are completely different,” she pointed out.
“The bottom line is I’m a gullible fool and—”
I stopped talking when I realized that a police officer was walking directly towards me. Marta noticed him, too, and her mouth fell open a little. The officer came up to my desk, and it was obvious that someone had pointed me out to him.
“Are you Rachel Jacobs?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” I stammered.
“I’m Officer Pete Manolo,” he said. “Is it possible to have a few moments of your time?”
I looked around nervously and realized that everyone was watching the two of us. I sunk down low in my chair and nodded. The officer sat down in front of my desk. He had a kindly face, and he didn’t seem too intimidating, but it didn’t matter; I was scared, and my heart was beating faster than a bullet.
“You look nervous?” he observed.
“It’s not every day you get a visit from law enforcement at work,” I pointed out.
“I apologize for this,” he said. “But I visited your apartment, and you weren’t there.”
“Oh,” I said. “My brother would have been in. He told me he was going to be home all day.”
“Nobody answered the door, ma’am.”
“Oh, he must have gone out then.”
“I assume you know why I’m here?” the officer asked.
“You came to ask me about Jared.”
“Yes.”
“I had no idea he was dealing drugs,” I said before he could ask the question.
“Did he ever seem inebriated to you in any way?”
“No, not ever,” I said honestly.
“Did he have contacts you knew about, friends who came around his apartment often?”
“No, not ever,” I said again.
“Did you ever see anything on his phone that you thought was suspicious?”
“Never,” I said. “He doesn’t even have a password.”
“You are his girlfriend?” the officer asked.
“I don’t know if I’m his girlfriend anymore,” I admitted. “But I was, yes.”
“Up until…”
“I found out about his arrest,” I said.
“I see.” The officer nodded. “And how did you meet him?”
“At a party my brother threw,” I replied. “Jared and Brent were friends.”