Eden blew out some smoke and sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair before shaking her head.

"No, no. I'm fine, I don't need protective custody. It will hinder the movie, the director is mad enough. We're already behind schedual."

She shook her head against and rested her head in her hands. This was crazy, she'd just answer the questions and that'd be it. Leaning back into her seat she leaned over her dropping her cigarette into an ash tray and turning back towards the police. Adjusting her hair again she sucked in a breath as she tried to retace her steps.

"Let's see, I..." she ran her tongue over her red lips as she thought. "Well when I woke up this morning, and I got picked up before filming." she shook her head, she didn't need to say anything about the drive there. "It doesn't really matter what we filmed, but we filmed for a good couple of hours. Anyway, I went out for lunch with Paradise here," she tilted her head in her friends direction.

"Then, I practised my lines with . . . a memeber of the crew, we filmed again. Then after the beach scene, which explains my swim suit," she pulled the loose robe a little closer. "Then I came back in here for a touch up and I saw he'd sent me flowers again. Blue orchids, hydrangeas, cornflowers. With white roses, queen annes lace, and lilies of the valley, my favourites." she smiled slightly as she gazed over at the blue and white flowers. She looked back over at the detectives. "He's never sent me anything beside flowers, sometimes he sends a small note, or little poems but never..." her voice trailed off and she swallowed. Puling in a shakey(sp?) breath Eden shook her head, the images of the dead girl flashing through her mind.

She looked back up. "After finding the images the make-up artist called for someone to call the cops, the Director came to see me, and I got another present. A better one this time.

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Dean listened intently, noticing she'd pause and she was kipping over parts. Though the part that really got him was the part about the flower. Not just to fact that she could name everyone, women tended to know useless information like that. But the fact that she'd said she'd gotten them before. Raising an eyebrow he looked over at his partner.

((I'll keep Dean silent for now.))

((Sorry for taking so long. I've been studying, my exams start Tuesday XP))

Eden pulled her hand back when his fingers brushed hers, she tried not to react seeing as he didn't. But she felt a slight flush rush to her cheeks anyways. The officers here earlier were not as composed as he was, she only had to look at them and they started to freak out.

"Look, Detectives I know that I'll sound silly but, no one’s has ever paid attention to me. Guy's only want one thing from me, and I'm not one of those backseat Betty's."

She ran her hand through her hair again and sat back down in her seat, about to reach over for the tin she'd gotten from Marco earlier. Opening it she pulled out one of the cannolis. "Want one?" She asked the Detectives, holding the tin out.

"Gentlemen, I hope that you do not alert the press; that is the last thing the production need. They already blame me for all the delays." She sighed, before licking the cream from the pastry off her finger.

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Dean tried to stay composed as she spoke. She made it sound as if she'd never had a boyfriend, and that seemed a bit farfetched. A pretty girl like her must have at least have had a sweetheart.

He shook his head at her offer, the food did look tasty, but judging by the steam that rose from it he could tell she didn't make them. Considering she said that she'd been here since morning. Part of him wondered if they came along with the flowers from her admirer. He kept silent about it but he opened his mouth to speak when she asked that they don't alert the press.

"Of course Miss Hayes, Detective Patterson and I will keep this private." Dean smiled as he stepped forward. Stepping over to his partner and dropped his voice. "Should we do a background check? Talk to her parents?" He looked over at the girl, hoping that she didn't hear him, out of the corner of his eye though he noticed the Italian guy walk past the doorway. Dean had been counting, that was the sixth time he'd done that.

((I dunno, what do you wanna do? Got any more questions? My head is just not in this now XP))

((EDIT: You know your post just showed up on my computer XD Fails XD My hands shake like crazy because I type to much. I had to dissect something in science class and I couldn't do it because my hands were al over the place. The pain computers put you through -.-''

But you definately have it worse XP I just have bad posture, not a little bump XP Why don't you elevate you computer or something?))

The colour drained out of her face when he asked for her parents. "My parents?" she said slowly, before reaching back over to the counter for her cigarette and taking in a large pull. After expelling the foul smoke she looked back over at the detective.

"Now, really gentlemen, is it that necessary?" She asked, trying to keep her voice even. For an actress, you are doing a hell of a bad job, she mentally scolded herself pulling in again from the cigarette.

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at his partner before back to the woman.

"Yes, we just need to ask them if they know anyone who would want to do this." He said, wondering why she looked so horrified. Was she hiding something?

"Marco I need a drink!" She yelled turning her head towards the door and looking away from the cops. The man quickly came back with a glass with what looked like whiskey. She grabbed the glass from his hand and quickly downed the glass, being quiet while the burning liquid hit her stomach.
"E, are you alright?" Moretti asked as he took the glass from her and placed a hand on her back. She nodded, but he didn't look convinced. "Be a dear and fetch my purse, I left it on set. The detectives want to speak to my parents." The man stiffened slightly, shooting his brown eyes in the officer’s direction before saying a quick "Yes Miss Hayes." and hurrying out.

Eden looked over at the police and took another pull of her cigarette. "I'm going to tell you right now that my papa will be less than pleased to hear from you. If you're lucky he may just hand up." she said coolly, as she thought about the scary sergeant that was her father.

Marco soon came back with her purse and she took it from him, opening it up and rummaging around it. "You can leave now Mr. Moretti." She said briskly not looking up. He opened his mouth to say something, but he seemed to decide against it and turned and exited the room.

Quickly copying something from her address book onto a slip of paper; she turned towards the detectives and handed him a slip of paper with neat letters and numbers. "You'll have to ask to operator to connect you to Kansas. Jericho, outside of Wichita. You'll want Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds. If my brother answers tell them you want to speak to my mother. If my father answers tell him that you're calling about Irmalina, though he will most likely hang up right away." She said before taking another drag.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he reached out for the paper. "And who exactly is Irmalina?" He asked, looking up and handing the paper to his partner.

"As long as you don't tell the press," She said breathing out, seemingly embarassed. "That's my real name. Irmaline-Louisa Augustine Reynolds."

Dean shook his head. That's one hell of a name though, he thought to himself. No wonder she changed it.

"Eden, Director wants you." The Italian said appearing at the door again. Eden nodded and put the cigarette down. "Do you have any more questions Detectives?" she asked, slipping off the chair and turning to face to mirror. Adjusting her hair and re-applying her lipstick. Their asking about her parents had upset her in. The last thing she need was her father bad talking her to the officers.