Mackenzie sat there in complete silence. She didn’t know what to say but all she could think about was Lara and the night her friend had disappeared. Sitting in the sheriff’s station brought back all of those memories and like then, once again, she found herself unable to remember every single detail of what had happened; only this time, she also didn’t know the victim. "I was there that night, I saw everything but I don't know who she is!" Mackenzie insisted, biting down on the corner of her mouth as she eyed the detective. All she could think about was that poor woman and her family. Someone had lost a loved one and Mackenzie had been unable to help identify who she was. It should have been the wake-up call that Mackenzie needed. She’d been struggling with the urge to drink for a few weeks now, but even when she was faced with something like this, all she could think about was when she would be able to get her next taste of alcohol. “Well, Miss Winters, how would you explain the blood on your clothes?! It would seem like you no more about the death of Jane Doe than you are letting on.”

Mackenzie shook her head but flashes seemed to be coming back to her. She’d been in Spring Rock the night before, she knew that much and she recognized the deceased woman. She’d been there and she knew it but she knew nothing else. When she’d woken, there had been specs of blood droplets on her clothing and she’d been in her car with a bottle of tequila still in her hand, but no memory of how she’d gotten there. The last thing she remembered completely had been being in a bar. Her memory was fuzzy and it didn’t make sense, but she knew that she hadn’t done this. There had to be something that she was missing, she just couldn’t figure out what it was. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, the redhead slowly sat up and swallowed hard as she made eye contact with the officer. “I don’t know anything. I didn’t do anything.” Mackenzie really didn’t know all that much, but that was one thing that she was very confident about. She didn’t do this and had no idea who did. 

“If you’re not arresting me, then I’m leaving. I know my rights,” the redhead stated as she slowly got up, biting down on the corner of her mouth as she did. She was attempting to sound confident, but she was sure that she was completely failing because she wasn’t confident at all. She was terrified of being arrested for something that she didn’t do, but she also knew that she wouldn’t have been the first wrongfully convicted. “I wouldn’t leave town, Miss Winters. When we get the DNA results back I suspect your DNA will be all over the victim and we will have some more questions for you.” Rolling her chocolate-colored hues, Mackenzie walked out of the interrogation room. “You’re wasting your time,” she told him firmly before exiting the station as quickly as she could. She needed an alibi and she needed one quickly.