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Lia Valencia | Aphrodite (philommeides) wrote in paxletalelogs,

On her way out to pick up a few groceries, the police had stopped Lia to ask her similar questions to the ones the rest of her neighbors had heard. At first, instinct had made her all charm and smiles, but as the interview had progressed - despite how endeared the detective may or may not have been - she soon came to realize, when she asked the detective what department he worked for, that there was nothing routine or even minor about this. Her heart started beating faster as observation and suspicion combined with an ability for persuasion and a wholly unfeigned air of worry and vulnerability convinced them to at least reveal that it had been Andrew, the concierge. Things began to blur together after that; they let her go on her way. She returned from the grocery store with a container of pre-cut pineapple and three bottles of wine. As she waited in the lobby for Andrew to greet her and to respond with lighthearted flirting, she hefted the red cloth grocery bag on her shoulder and held the ones she'd brought back empty in her hand. It was taking far longer than usual, and she wondered absurdly for a moment if the detectives had pressed every button on their way up or down. Either way, she turned and saw the face of a woman she didn't think she knew.

"Hi there," she said softly, her normal warmth and friendliness more subdued than usual.