My mother shook her head frantically. "Officer, we don't know. We just don't know."
They secured the body on the spot and began a full autopsy examination. My mother and I sat by the front door in silence, waiting.
This was the fourth time.
Even the task force and the forensic team felt like old acquaintances by now.
During a break, one of the medical examiners leaned in close and whispered to us.
"Mrs. Henson, you don't think it could be the house itself? Bad energy or something?"
"Every time your daughter brings a boyfriend home, someone dies. It's like a curse. Terrible luck."
"If it were me, I'd sell this place and move somewhere else."
My mother pressed her lips into a tight line, her face pale as she shook her head.
"It's just the two of us. Debbie's father died young. This place is all we have. Where would we even go?"
As she spoke, tears slid down her cheeks.
"I just feel sorry for my Debbie. She finally had something stable with a boyfriend, and now... this." She trailed off with a broken sigh.
A boyfriend had died in our home. That made my mother and me the prime suspects.
The neighbors gathered around, shooting us dirty looks.