Mina's heart fluttered as she walked down the chilly corridors of the Police Precinct. Her mind invented millions of things to say to Dustin ranging from on the spectrum from "Dustin, I have a few things to ask you?" to "Dustin! I know you murdered Whitney in cold blood!" The noise in her head overwhelmed her thoughts so much that she had to stop in her heels, take a deep breath and close her eyes.

"He is still my client..." she said to herself. "I can't just flip on him. I mean, who knows how truthful Penny is being. I'll just go in with a mindful attitude of mindfulness. My mind will flutter to the truth like a butterfly!"

Impressed with her new zen saying, she entered the room to find Himbolake standing there, a big smirk plastered on his face. For once, he didn't look smooth to her, just smug and smarmy. "Ah, babe," he said relaxed. "I'm in such a good mood now. Feel free to ask me any questions you like."

"Lawd..." Mina thought to herself. "Why's he so calm? And where's that little bodyguard of his...Chives Knives? Hate to be all Galaxy Turmoil here, but I have a very bad feeling about this..."

"Righty..." Mina said. "I'm glad you'll answer my question about Penny...er...Ms. Cilan. So she used to work for Miss Stabs?"

"Of course..." Dustin said, his hands behind his head. "A good manager is a good manager no matter who her previous clients were...even Witless Whitney."

Mina frowned. "You're gonna refer to her like that...even when she's dead."

"Hey, now hey," Himbolake said. "You didn't know her like I do babe. Pretty sure you ain't les! Or famous."

Mina turned bright red and had a staring contest with the ceiling. "Well it's not like I'm Star Skye but I never thought about that before...Wait a minute," she said snapping to attention, "Stop beating around the bush here! Answer my question. Why'd you hire Ms. Cilan if you knew who she worked for."

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The room flashed pitch black aside from her and Himbolake...and his colorless aura.

He was silent, and Mina smiled. "Well, if you're not gonna tell me yourself, I do have evidence."

Mina held her hands to her hand and did a loud ommmm.

Himbolake raised his eyebrows. "Did I hire some crazy mystic or a lawyer here? I'm not too spiritual myself"

"Of course you're not," Mina said. "But you will be once I tell you that I have discerned from the psychic depths of your testimony that you hired Penny Cilan in order to get secret knowledge on Whitney Stabs."

"Whoa..." Himbolake muttered. "Guess you aren't just psycho. Maybe you are psychic. How did you know that?"

Mina grinned and giggled to herself. "That's not all. I know that you were getting close to Whitney again and that's why you needed that top secret info from Whitney's inner sanctum.

The truth made Himbolake wince, but he quickly stood up tall and flexed his muscles. "Okay...you're good here. But what are you trying to prove?"

Mina's goofy smile turned to a serious frown. "Dustin, I was your biggest fan. You truly brought Above Average Looks Back, and for the longest time I couldn't stop my feelings for you!"

Mina closed her eyes. "Before I had Blind, I would have been the first entry in your Power Lips Lottery. But he's showed me what a mature man truly is. Not some playboy who coasts entirely on his looks."

"Where are you going with this, babe?" Himbolake asked, his teeth grinning nervously like a row of diamonds. "What do you want from me?"

"I want a confession, Dustin," Mina said, her chocolate brown eyes more determined than ever. "Did you kill Whitney Stabs?"

Dustin just chuckled and his chuckles sounded like they belonged to a cold hearted prince or sinister villain. "You have nothing on me, slick."

His aura engulfed him in blood red flames. They didn't burn him, only made his body seem more hellish than it normally was. "This is the part where you say...I have evidence...I have something that can prove that I've done a bad thing. But to be honest, you don't, slick. Penny's finger prints are on the box...and those are hers alone. She gave my ex the candy and she poisoned herself and slipped under...just like your career."

Mina was stunned speechless by the evil aura. She hadn't even weighed his heart on the scale of justice, he was so cocky, his murderous spirit engulfed him.

Dustin winked and spoke coldly. "Sorry babe, but I'm just too sexy for jail. And it hurts!"