Dianne's room didn't have any monsters, or skeletons, and it wasn't that scary at all. In fact, the most terrifying aspect of it was the smell. The smell of rotting socks merging with cheap air freshener than ruined the air. Dianne kicked some of her laundry into a corner and sat down, beckoning for us to do the same. I sat down cautiously, fearing some of her dirty clothing may be on the verge of becoming radioactive.
"So, how much do you know?" She asked us, playing it cool.
"Only that you and Zach are dating, nothing more. Since you failed to tell us." George was being bitter.
"I was planning on telling you after Alice came home, when things had died down with the stress of another baby. Then her true parentage was announced, and I knew it would look suspicious, so I decided to keep it to myself for a little longer." She told us, not making any eye contact.
"So you didn't know about Alice's true parentage?" Flo checked, being softer than George.
"No." She sighed. I felt a little sorry for her, this was almost an interrogation. Clearly George didn't share my sympathy, as he continued to quiz her.
"But you went to meet him that night at the bar" George pointed out. She just nodded.
"Which night?" I piped up. George and Flo gave me a confused look, disappointed at my weak question.
"The 5th" she informed me. The 5th. The night before Alice was born, the night before mother died.
"How long has this been going on Dianne?" George interrupted my thoughts, but I could see he shared them.
"A couple of weeks. He left me his number when they came to do the windows, after that we hit it off." She shrugged. Flo moved closer to Dianne, who shrunk back. Me and George both leaned away to give them more space. For a moment Flo just looked at her, and she unwillingly looked back.
"Dianne" Flo spoke at last, "is there anything, absolutely anything, is there anything else we should know, that you could tell us." Dianne thought for a second, cooperating. She shifted her possession so that she was centered, and looked up at us, her eyes wide.
"He was there on the 6th too, not with me, by himself" silence followed her statement.
"How do you know this? You were at home that evening." Flo was the only one of us clever enough to question the conclusions drawing in our minds.
"I went out when dad and mum were arguing" she confessed, "I was heading to a friends house, and passed the bar. He was there, in an empty booth, alone."
"Are you sure it was Zach?" Flo wanted to be sure.
"Well, it was dark. But he was wearing the same jacket he always wears, the brown leather one. Plus he looked around, and I saw those green eyes. It was him." She tried to explain.
"Well then, we have our first suspect" George announced. Flo and I both smiled, but Dianne was horrified.
"Not Zach" she stood up, "he wouldn't." She shook her head at us.
"Zach was there on the night..."
"You don't know him like I do! He's sweet, and honorable, and he loves me. He wouldn't have it in him to kill someone." She blurted, interrupting George. George opened his mouth to reply, but Flo beat him too it.
"Everyone just calm down! Innocent until proven guilty, remember. Now how about we all head downstairs for a brew, and try and gather together what we have so far?" She kept the peace well. We all agreed, but as Dianne shut her bedroom door George whispered something in her ear that caused her hands to shake for a millisecond. She turned to him, and glared.
"I'll date whoever I want thank you" she spat, "and don't forget George, I know your secret too."