Oh, that was a dangerous question. Fortunately, she had a decent answer. “I was with friends. I can give you their numbers so you can check with them.” She said confidently, raising an eyebrow. She hated to say it, but thank the lord her friend had been dumped. They’d all gone out for sympathy drinks, and she’d stayed at one of her friend’s houses to avoid drinking and driving. She’d only gotten back to her own home at around noon.<br/><br/>“What’s this about, officers?” She asked as she grabbed a pad of paper, scrawling down the phone numbers of the women she’d been with the night before and offering the paper to the younger officer. She knew better than to hold back that kind of information, there was a line to toe. Never give up too much information, but never hold back enough to look guilty. “I’m assuming you have a reason for needing an alibi from me, unless you’re just curious about my sleep schedule?”