Nina looked at the photo of the victim, and her eyes widened. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "That's . . . that's Kyle." Kevin nodded and tucked his phone back into his coat. "I'm sorry . . . are you saying he's dead?"
Kevin sighed and nodded somberly. "We're sorry, ma'am," he told her. "I can't imagine what you must feel."
Nina walked away as if in a trance, and Frank watched her in concern. "We can come back at another time, if you want," he offered.
Nina cleared her throat and turned back to them. "I'm fine," she told them.
"Good," Frank nodded, clicking his pen. "So the victim's name was Kyle Morrison, correct?"
"Yes," Nina confirmed. "He's my COO . . . and fiancé."
Frank's eyebrows rose in interest as he wrote that in his notes. That hadn't been something they found in their initial search. "Was there anything unusual going on with Kyle?" Kevin asked. "Any problems?" Nina shook her head silently. "What about you two? Any issues?"
"No," Nina answered. "We were doing great. We were in love."
"Any money problems?" Frank asked.
Nina shook her head again. "The company we started is doing very well. Kyle owns . . . " She stopped and swallowed. "Owned ten percent of the stock."
Frank nodded as he checked his notes. "Can you tell us what Kyle was up to today? Help us establish a timeline?"
"The company hosted a conference," Nina responded. "We do it every year. It's called Quest. We were at the Peninsula Hotel from 8:00 to 4:00."
"After that?"
"Kyle went back to the office."
Kevin tilted his head. "What about you?"
"I came home," she told him. "I made some calls, and then I met a few investors for dinner around 8:00."
Kevin nodded thoughtfully. "When was the last time you and Kyle talked?"
"Around 9:30, just after I finished dinner."
Frank mulled that over. "What did you talk about?"
"I told him that my dinner went well," Nina told him. "And that I was gonna take a walk."
Frank did a double take. "A walk?" he repeated. "At 9:30 at night?"
Nina pursed her lips. "Helps me wind down."
Kevin hummed. "OK."
***
Murder Boss: So since our last chat I got a homicide in Central Park
Murder Boss: Anything else from your shift
Medic Boss: Owen is crazy
Murder Boss: I was expecting another call
Murder Boss: But I'll take it
Ladder Boss: You say this like this should be news to us
Ladder Boss: It's not
Murder Boss: I knew that before I got to Austin
Murder Boss: His antics with Benson and Stabler are notorious in Manhattan
Murder Boss: I just didn't know how crazy until I met him
Court Boss: What did he do to make you realize this?
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